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 Guyana and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Eric Copeland to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Laurel Aitken,
Dual Sessions,
The Remains,
Minny Pops,
The Monochrome Set,
New Order,
OOIOO,
Idris Muhammad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Hill,
The Vogues,
Heaven 17,
the Germs,
Royal Trux,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare,
The Pretty Things,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delta 5,
The United States of America,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gladiators,
Godley & Creme,
The Star Department,
Parry Music,
Freddie Wadling,
Blancmange,
Loose Ends,
Scratch Acid,
Josef K,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hasil Adkins,
The Martian,
Banda Bassotti,
Crime,
Sam Rivers,
The Smiths,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lakeside,
Lucky Dragons,
Cal Tjader,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
The Black Dice,
The Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Eve St. Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stiv Bators,
Cymande,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.