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 India and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Reuben Wilson to the rock 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Procol Harum,
Black Bananas,
Hot Snakes,
Marine Girls,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Lynne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
June Days,
DNA,
Flipper,
Aswad,
T. Rex,
Slave,
Whodini,
Max Romeo,
Peter and Kerry,
Unwound,
Chris & Cosey,
the Bar-Kays,
The Real Kids,
Marmalade,
X-102,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABC,
Crash Course in Science,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doors,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Howard Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
Letta Mbulu,
D'Angelo,
Soul II Soul,
Urselle,
Freddie Wadling,
Loose Ends,
Duran Duran,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moss Icon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick May,
PIL,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dark Day,
This Heat,
Outsiders,
Pulsallama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flash Fearless,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cure,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.