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 Turkey and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Pantytec to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gap Band,
Stiv Bators,
Q65,
the Swans,
Avey Tare,
The Neon Judgement,
Funkadelic,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Lynne,
Inner City,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Skatalites,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Pussy Galore,
Joyce Sims,
CMW,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Panda Bear,
Roxy Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-Ray Spex,
Groovy Waters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dual Sessions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moby Grape,
Letta Mbulu,
Q and Not U,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spandau Ballet,
Cluster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Howard Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slackers,
Intrusion,
Negative Approach,
The Pretty Things,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Byrd,
Deakin,
The Mojo Men,
The Five Americans,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Almond,
Scan 7,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxette,
The Smoke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
E-Dancer,
Excepter,
Skarface,
Al Stewart,
Yusef Lateef,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.