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 Venezuela and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Chocolate Watch Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Sandy B,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fugs,
Depeche Mode,
Nils Olav,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ponytail,
Sixth Finger,
The Smoke,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Howard Jones,
the Soft Cell,
Oneida,
New Order,
Steve Hackett,
China Crisis,
Saccharine Trust,
Aswad,
Stereo Dub,
The Red Krayola,
The Leaves,
Qualms,
Patti Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Bourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tom Boy,
AZ,
Fat Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nik Kershaw,
Cymande,
Todd Rundgren,
The Invisible,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fluxion,
Eddi Front,
Groovy Waters,
The Monochrome Set,
Khruangbin,
Brick,
Quadrant,
Pantaleimon,
The Slackers,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dirtbombs,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.