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 Colombia and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aloha Tigers to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Ultra Naté,
JFA,
Maleditus Sound,
Max Romeo,
the Bar-Kays,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Niagra,
In Retrospect,
Technova,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Trojans,
Subhumans,
Youth Brigade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
Alphaville,
Accadde A,
The Gap Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Joy Division,
Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Foxx,
kango's stein massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Almond,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers,
The Flesh Eaters,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gabor Szabo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Theoretical Girls,
Interpol,
The Mojo Men,
Gang of Four,
Pylon,
Au Pairs,
The Real Kids,
Lalann,
Scion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Remains,
Joey Negro,
Soft Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Josef K,
Absolute Body Control,
Zapp,
Slave,
Los Fastidios,
Trumans Water,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.