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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gong to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eddi Front,
The Wake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DNA,
The Selecter,
Fear,
Motorama,
Black Moon,
Ken Boothe,
The Music Machine,
Ice-T,
Eurythmics,
Robert Görl,
Mission of Burma,
Amazonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Howard Jones,
Jandek,
AZ,
Intrusion,
The Doors,
Aaron Thompson,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul II Soul,
Aswad,
X-101,
Essential Logic,
Brass Construction,
The Names,
Wally Richardson,
Alton Ellis,
John Foxx,
John Holt,
Altered Images,
Animal Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
Crime,
Gabor Szabo,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
June of 44,
the Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nico,
U.S. Maple,
Niagra,
The Gap Band,
Scan 7,
Bronski Beat,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter & Gordon,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fortunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.