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 Nigeria and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fluxion to the punk 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stetsasonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marvin Gaye,
The Star Department,
Pierre Henry,
Toni Rubio,
cv313,
Hashim,
New York Dolls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liliput,
Crime,
John Foxx,
Fat Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Easy Going,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dennis Brown,
Roger Hodgson,
Judy Mowatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pop Group,
the Fania All-Stars,
Infiniti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yusef Lateef,
The Tremeloes,
Unrelated Segments,
Sugar Minott,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker,
Deepchord,
Marine Girls,
Arcadia,
Skaos,
The Gap Band,
Robert Görl,
PIL,
The Happenings,
Gang of Four,
The Five Americans,
Monks,
Dave Gahan,
The Divine Comedy,
Guru Guru,
Silicon Teens,
Cal Tjader,
Spoonie Gee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Age Steppers,
Rosa Yemen,
Darondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Freddie Wadling,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Section 25,
Tubeway Army,
The Fugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.