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 Hungary and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Divine Comedy to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Zeros,
MC5,
Josef K,
Alice Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
Dawn Penn,
The Golliwogs,
Marine Girls,
June Days,
Sight & Sound,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Audionom,
Moss Icon,
Arcadia,
X-Ray Spex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masters at Work,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Residents,
Goldenarms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy Collins,
Max Romeo,
The Kinks,
Deakin,
Ken Boothe,
The Star Department,
Basic Channel,
Joe Smooth,
The Leaves,
Talk Talk,
Fela Kuti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lakeside,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hot Snakes,
Charles Mingus,
Juan Atkins,
The New Christs,
Faust,
Jerry's Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Flipper,
Dark Day,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Starr,
Scrapy,
Albert Ayler,
Bronski Beat,
Cymande,
The Real Kids,
Cal Tjader,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Procol Harum,
The Young Rascals,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.