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 Taiwan and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Robert Hood 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Marine Girls,
Fat Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
the Slits,
Joy Division,
the Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Supertramp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Wyatt,
Eli Mardock,
D'Angelo,
Aloha Tigers,
Eden Ahbez,
Lungfish,
Pagans,
The Knickerbockers,
Sixth Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
The Skatalites,
The Kinks,
Television Personalities,
Scientists,
Deakin,
Excepter,
Junior Murvin,
Janne Schatter,
Danielle Patucci,
Jandek,
Bluetip,
Silicon Teens,
Idris Muhammad,
Crime,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eurythmics,
kango's stein massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erykah Badu,
The Star Department,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Porter Ricks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Massinfluence,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Circle Jerks,
Average White Band,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grauzone,
Absolute Body Control,
Bizarre Inc.,
Khruangbin,
Ossler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.