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 Kuwait and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Tommy Roe to the rock 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Oneida,
Talk Talk,
Ituana,
the Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
the Association,
New York Dolls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Newcleus,
Loose Ends,
Gang Gang Dance,
Can,
Skriet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul II Soul,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Icehouse,
The Move,
Model 500,
Alice Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Eli Mardock,
The Motions,
Letta Mbulu,
Gabor Szabo,
Smog,
Mary Jane Girls,
Babytalk,
Rites of Spring,
Heaven 17,
The Evens,
Marvin Gaye,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mummies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dirtbombs,
Funkadelic,
Y Pants,
Flipper,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dead C,
Severed Heads,
The Slackers,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Bar-Kays,
Ludus,
New Order,
The American Breed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blake Baxter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hot Snakes,
The Skatalites,
Aural Exciters,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.