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 Belize and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Patti Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Laurel Aitken,
Pole,
Rufus Thomas,
Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mantronix,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Red Krayola,
June Days,
Pantaleimon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smiths,
Aural Exciters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
FM Einheit,
Duran Duran,
The Knickerbockers,
Das Ding,
Liliput,
LL Cool J,
Drexciya,
X-101,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Half Japanese,
Black Sheep,
Wolf Eyes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eli Mardock,
Althea and Donna,
Man Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brothers Johnson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Talk Talk,
Pagans,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Kinks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy Collins,
Y Pants,
Stetsasonic,
Adolescents,
Icehouse,
The J.B.'s,
The Saints,
Oneida,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hot Snakes,
Cluster,
Urselle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Silicon Teens,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.