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 Guatemala and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Average White Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wings,
The Neon Judgement,
FM Einheit,
The Fuzztones,
Nils Olav,
The Velvet Underground,
Massinfluence,
The Associates,
Stockholm Monsters,
Das Ding,
Simply Red,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Patti Smith,
The Smoke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grauzone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Stooges,
Drexciya,
Brick,
Sandy B,
Howard Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angry Samoans,
Basic Channel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
The Kinks,
The Sound,
Charles Mingus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Intrusion,
Ultra Naté,
Boz Scaggs,
Zapp,
Stereo Dub,
Pagans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Holt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Circle Jerks,
Neu!,
Connie Case,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Offenders,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Womack,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jandek,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arab on Radar,
Los Fastidios,
Marine Girls,
the Sonics,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.