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 Bahamas and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sällskapet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Womack,
Metal Thangz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magma,
Barrington Levy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Michelle Simonal,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young,
Gabor Szabo,
the Germs,
Reagan Youth,
Livin' Joy,
LL Cool J,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fugs,
ABBA,
Duran Duran,
Joey Negro,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantaleimon,
Rod Modell,
The Human League,
Groovy Waters,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Halsall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris Corsano,
Sister Nancy,
Darondo,
Agent Orange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Althea and Donna,
Drexciya,
the Human League,
Liliput,
the Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Ultravox,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
The Searchers,
Crooked Eye,
Gang of Four,
The Busters,
The Tremeloes,
Arab on Radar,
Clear Light,
Agitation Free,
Robert Wyatt,
X-102,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.