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 Ireland and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lucky Dragons to the dance 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pretty Things,
Colin Newman,
the Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Liliput,
Groovy Waters,
Erasure,
10cc,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Idris Muhammad,
Boz Scaggs,
Brick,
The Residents,
Mo-Dettes,
Prince Buster,
Minutemen,
Thee Headcoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Bowie,
Panda Bear,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glenn Branca,
The Remains,
Soulsonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Pierre Henry,
The Fuzztones,
Flash Fearless,
OOIOO,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yaz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fugazi,
The Pop Group,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Urselle,
Ituana,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry's Kids,
John Holt,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-Ray Spex,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dennis Brown,
Neu!,
Jacques Brel,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Harry Pussy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.