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 Uruguay and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the punk 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Yusef Lateef,
David Bowie,
Porter Ricks,
The Standells,
A Certain Ratio,
Pere Ubu,
The Kinks,
The American Breed,
Oblivians,
Black Sheep,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Youth Brigade,
Barry Ungar,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Raincoats,
Minor Threat,
Schoolly D,
Tubeway Army,
Sun City Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
U.S. Maple,
John Foxx,
Au Pairs,
Crooked Eye,
Pantytec,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Black Dice,
Country Teasers,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris & Cosey,
K-Klass,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
L. Decosne,
The Human League,
Steve Hackett,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Loose Ends,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bob Dylan,
Bronski Beat,
Metal Thangz,
Clear Light,
Heaven 17,
Can,
Camberwell Now,
Harmonia,
Sällskapet,
Man Parrish,
B.T. Express,
The Wake,
Graham Central Station,
June Days,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.