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 Tonga and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 The Moleskins to the dance 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Trojans,
Scan 7,
The Golliwogs,
Ossler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
PIL,
Supertramp,
Symarip,
Second Layer,
Pantaleimon,
Quantec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Massinfluence,
Davy DMX,
Subhumans,
Los Fastidios,
X-Ray Spex,
Wire,
Archie Shepp,
Brand Nubian,
The Grass Roots,
Nico,
Iggy Pop,
Masters at Work,
The Zeros,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Names,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fluxion,
Animal Collective,
Television,
F. McDonald,
Fad Gadget,
Wasted Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Spoonie Gee,
Mad Mike,
the Bar-Kays,
Thee Headcoats,
Stiv Bators,
CMW,
Pussy Galore,
Crispy Ambulance,
These Immortal Souls,
Altered Images,
Aloha Tigers,
Newcleus,
Sex Pistols,
Sandy B,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Gang Green,
Ituana,
Minnie Riperton,
The Saints,
Hashim,
Eric Copeland,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.