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 Gambia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
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 harpsichord 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 Quando Quango to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Oneida,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Guru Guru,
Malaria!,
Dead Boys,
Hashim,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visage,
China Crisis,
Kerri Chandler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Franke,
Average White Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Newcleus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kenny Larkin,
Joensuu 1685,
The Divine Comedy,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Near,
Heaven 17,
Wally Richardson,
Erykah Badu,
Barrington Levy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Skatalites,
Zapp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Sherman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Bowie,
Gichy Dan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry's Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Animal Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Dave Gahan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
LL Cool J,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Standells,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slick Rick,
Symarip,
Mandrill,
The Smiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Danielle Patucci,
Index,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young,
Howard Jones,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.