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 Portugal and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
The Remains,
Roxette,
Loose Ends,
Smog,
L. Decosne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roger Hodgson,
Japan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bad Manners,
Dennis Brown,
CMW,
Tears for Fears,
Flipper,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pretty Things,
Piero Umiliani,
Deakin,
Circle Jerks,
Oblivians,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalann,
Sun Ra,
JFA,
Marine Girls,
Newcleus,
Trumans Water,
Guru Guru,
Mars,
Barry Ungar,
Joy Division,
The Durutti Column,
Ossler,
Make Up,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Babytalk,
Juan Atkins,
Half Japanese,
Crooked Eye,
The Star Department,
Patti Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Kinks,
Dead Boys,
K-Klass,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Style,
Urselle,
Spandau Ballet,
Schoolly D,
Section 25,
Nick Fraelich,
Maurizio,
Suburban Knight,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.