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 New Zealand and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 Dorothy Ashby to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
These Immortal Souls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cheater Slicks,
Franke,
Grauzone,
Intrusion,
Scientists,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül II,
Black Pus,
The Raincoats,
Heaven 17,
Eric B and Rakim,
KRS-One,
Television Personalities,
Qualms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Basic Channel,
L. Decosne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Model 500,
Alison Limerick,
Eli Mardock,
Erasure,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultravox,
Scratch Acid,
The Selecter,
Whodini,
Von Mondo,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dual Sessions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rapeman,
the Association,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dirtbombs,
In Retrospect,
The Associates,
Terry Callier,
DJ Sneak,
The Buckinghams,
Barbara Tucker,
Rakim,
The Index,
Ten City,
Ludus,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Christie,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.