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 Burkina and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Matthew Halsall to the disco 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lyres,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Derrick May,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Copeland,
Pantaleimon,
Absolute Body Control,
Blancmange,
Nirvana,
the Association,
New Order,
the Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Henry Cow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ossler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gong,
Public Enemy,
Robert Görl,
Siglo XX,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Lydon,
Livin' Joy,
EPMD,
Lucky Dragons,
Anakelly,
Marine Girls,
Mandrill,
The Dirtbombs,
Slick Rick,
The Motions,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxette,
Mission of Burma,
Cameo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jandek,
Al Stewart,
Dawn Penn,
Suicide,
Average White Band,
Mr. Review,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Janne Schatter,
Skriet,
Michelle Simonal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Birthday Party,
The Wake,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.