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 Sudan and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Marcia Griffiths to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Dave Gahan,
Reuben Wilson,
Nico,
Quando Quango,
The Leaves,
Pole,
The Neon Judgement,
Scientists,
Livin' Joy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Green,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
OOIOO,
Ronan,
Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Scan 7,
Flipper,
Laurel Aitken,
Gichy Dan,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marvin Gaye,
Scion,
The Trojans,
Barbara Tucker,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Hood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vladislav Delay,
Max Romeo,
CMW,
Audionom,
Whodini,
Popol Vuh,
Gong,
Con Funk Shun,
Heaven 17,
Young Marble Giants,
Nils Olav,
Donald Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
The Motions,
Minny Pops,
Sexual Harrassment,
Albert Ayler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Bar-Kays,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marine Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Pus,
The Buckinghams,
Peter and Kerry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Inner City,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.