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 Egypt and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 The Evens to the techno 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül,
The Slackers,
China Crisis,
Nik Kershaw,
CMW,
The Toasters,
The Offenders,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Sherman,
Althea and Donna,
48th St. Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Outsiders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Techniques,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eden Ahbez,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kenny Larkin,
Thee Headcoats,
Eurythmics,
Mandrill,
Crash Course in Science,
The Buckinghams,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Certain Ratio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shoche,
The Last Poets,
Rufus Thomas,
Boredoms,
Pussy Galore,
Scan 7,
La Düsseldorf,
The Selecter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brick,
Bad Manners,
The Victims,
Sällskapet,
Al Stewart,
Public Enemy,
Chris Corsano,
Neu!,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cybotron,
Brass Construction,
This Heat,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Don Cherry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eddi Front,
The Moleskins,
Fugazi,
The Moody Blues,
Wolf Eyes,
a-ha,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.