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 Chad and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Organ to the funk 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Loose Ends,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anthony Braxton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Juan Atkins,
The Dirtbombs,
Pulsallama,
Pharoah Sanders,
Byron Stingily,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Lou Christie,
Lightning Bolt,
Blancmange,
Black Moon,
Bobby Sherman,
Q65,
Deadbeat,
R.M.O.,
the Swans,
Funkadelic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Don Cherry,
Pere Ubu,
The Vogues,
Adolescents,
The Gladiators,
The Star Department,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mission of Burma,
The Index,
Fear,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smoke,
Carl Craig,
Sonic Youth,
Gang of Four,
ABBA,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pop Group,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Duran Duran,
Circle Jerks,
Gong,
the Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doobie Brothers,
Simply Red,
Mad Mike,
The Smiths,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.