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 Korea South and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 American Breed to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Heaven 17,
Saccharine Trust,
Gastr Del Sol,
LL Cool J,
Section 25,
Stetsasonic,
The Smiths,
Eve St. Jones,
The Busters,
Darondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mad Mike,
Todd Rundgren,
The Kinks,
Y Pants,
Harpers Bizarre,
10cc,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
This Heat,
The Mojo Men,
Marmalade,
Don Cherry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bad Manners,
The Slits,
PIL,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David McCallum,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick May,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Freddie Wadling,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pop Group,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Starr,
Roger Hodgson,
Faust,
The Offenders,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ludus,
The Names,
Dead Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Albert Ayler,
Iggy Pop,
Morten Harket,
Eli Mardock,
Massinfluence,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.