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 Tajikistan and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Little Man to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Dawn Penn,
The Litter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eddi Front,
Radio Birdman,
The Saints,
Von Mondo,
Joey Negro,
Unwound,
The Angels of Light,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Hill,
OOIOO,
Technova,
Gang Green,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Audionom,
Lower 48,
Crash Course in Science,
Ten City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unrelated Segments,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fatback Band,
Angry Samoans,
Ultravox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
FM Einheit,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Animal Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Y Pants,
Arab on Radar,
John Cale,
Soft Machine,
ABBA,
Can,
Visage,
Scott Walker,
Black Bananas,
Soulsonic Force,
The Motions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zapp,
The Remains,
Freddie Wadling,
Rosa Yemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalann,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pretty Things,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.