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 Mozambique and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Womack to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Max Romeo,
Country Teasers,
The Star Department,
F. McDonald,
Moby Grape,
Colin Newman,
Pagans,
Bill Wells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reuben Wilson,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed,
Sight & Sound,
Don Cherry,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Offenders,
Quantec,
The Modern Lovers,
Zero Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Trumans Water,
Joey Negro,
The Doors,
The Pretty Things,
The Cowsills,
Graham Central Station,
Vainqueur,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deepchord,
Bobby Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slick Rick,
The Moody Blues,
Royal Trux,
Ronnie Foster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
MDC,
Wally Richardson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flash Fearless,
Fear,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fall,
Nirvana,
The Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Bowie,
the Sonics,
Lower 48,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ornette Coleman,
Lyres,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.