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 Bhutan and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Donny Hathaway to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Franke,
the Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Altered Images,
The Barracudas,
Khruangbin,
Radio Birdman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Young Marble Giants,
Talk Talk,
The Moody Blues,
Bob Dylan,
Duran Duran,
Procol Harum,
Smog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neu!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Massinfluence,
Sight & Sound,
The Wake,
Kerri Chandler,
John Holt,
John Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anakelly,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Eddi Front,
Bush Tetras,
Camberwell Now,
Nation of Ulysses,
Steve Hackett,
The New Christs,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Pus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gories,
Marine Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
China Crisis,
Roxette,
Rites of Spring,
PIL,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
The Saints,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.