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 Brunei and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stockholm Monsters to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Althea and Donna,
Minnie Riperton,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pierre Henry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Vogues,
Interpol,
10cc,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Bananas,
Peter & Gordon,
Grauzone,
Cluster,
Crooked Eye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Five Americans,
Joyce Sims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heaven 17,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mars,
Eric Copeland,
The J.B.'s,
Tim Buckley,
Hoover,
Fluxion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Grass Roots,
Dennis Brown,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Skatalites,
Lightning Bolt,
Bush Tetras,
The Blackbyrds,
Can,
Icehouse,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Happenings,
Moebius,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter and Kerry,
Minutemen,
The Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxette,
The Remains,
Hot Snakes,
Harry Pussy,
Unwound,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.