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 Cyprus and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Youth Brigade to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funky Four + One,
Quantec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Banda Bassotti,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Newcleus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Con Funk Shun,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young,
Von Mondo,
Deepchord,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Moby Grape,
The Gladiators,
Yaz,
Bad Manners,
The Misunderstood,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dirtbombs,
The Golliwogs,
Silicon Teens,
Masters at Work,
Brass Construction,
Y Pants,
Eddi Front,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barbara Tucker,
Ice-T,
Derrick May,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mummies,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
H. Thieme,
Tears for Fears,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Icehouse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sugar Minott,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Wake,
Rufus Thomas,
June Days,
The Litter,
Darondo,
Ken Boothe,
The Slackers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.