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 Bangladesh and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Ossler to the punk 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kas Product,
Grey Daturas,
Brick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter and Kerry,
Scratch Acid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Count Five,
Delta 5,
Wire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
FM Einheit,
Eurythmics,
Franke,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tom Boy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sandy B,
The Slackers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultimate Spinach,
Au Pairs,
Soft Machine,
Mandrill,
Marvin Gaye,
the Normal,
The Techniques,
John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zapp,
Adolescents,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Almond,
Hardrive,
Crash Course in Science,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Intrusion,
Mark Hollis,
Cameo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Happenings,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suburban Knight,
Glenn Branca,
One Last Wish,
Monolake,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.