Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Zimbabwe and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pantytec to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Q65. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
One Last Wish,
H. Thieme,
Quantec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Au Pairs,
Black Bananas,
Howard Jones,
Nirvana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
The Five Americans,
Bill Near,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lyres,
Kenny Larkin,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Teasers,
Pere Ubu,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Wells,
The Saints,
Joy Division,
Mr. Review,
the Bar-Kays,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Star Department,
Franke,
Rapeman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fear,
Lindisfarne,
Half Japanese,
Black Sheep,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun City Girls,
X-102,
Dorothy Ashby,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Panda Bear,
Fugazi,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Toasters,
Lungfish,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter & Gordon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Simply Red,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Reagan Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
June of 44,
Mad Mike,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Loose Ends,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.