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 Lithuania and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Electric Prunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The Last Poets,
The Moleskins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Bowie,
Roxy Music,
Funky Four + One,
Moby Grape,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Popol Vuh,
Max Romeo,
The Five Americans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June Days,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Angels of Light,
Spoonie Gee,
Dawn Penn,
The Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blackbyrds,
H. Thieme,
Alphaville,
the Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visage,
Swans,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gun Club,
Anakelly,
Youth Brigade,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smoke,
Freddie Wadling,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Normal,
Faust,
Agent Orange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deepchord,
Glambeats Corp.,
Connie Case,
Magazine,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pussy Galore,
Harmonia,
Flash Fearless,
Rosa Yemen,
Spandau Ballet,
Quantec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Franke,
World's Most,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.