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 Nepal and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Excepter to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
UT,
MC5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Malaria!,
Animal Collective,
Sandy B,
Mark Hollis,
Severed Heads,
The New Christs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dead Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crooked Eye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
James White and The Blacks,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra,
Youth Brigade,
The Walker Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Black Dice,
Colin Newman,
Brick,
Eddi Front,
Mr. Review,
Kenny Larkin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vladislav Delay,
cv313,
Monolake,
Kerri Chandler,
Tom Boy,
Toni Rubio,
Blossom Toes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Japan,
Davy DMX,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang of Four,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masters at Work,
CMW,
Nas,
Maleditus Sound,
Faust,
The Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Star Department,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marmalade,
Idris Muhammad,
Cecil Taylor,
The Happenings,
Lower 48,
Sugar Minott,
Minnie Riperton,
David Axelrod,
Todd Rundgren,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.