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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ponytail to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oblivians,
Blancmange,
Stetsasonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Order,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra,
D'Angelo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Whodini,
Symarip,
Leonard Cohen,
Maurizio,
The Happenings,
The Fall,
Simply Red,
Nick Fraelich,
The Remains,
Groovy Waters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Scion,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Kerri Chandler,
The Neon Judgement,
Ohio Players,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mark Hollis,
The Moody Blues,
Animal Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Michelle Simonal,
The Black Dice,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Starr,
Inner City,
The Wake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dead Boys,
Radiohead,
Pet Shop Boys,
Urselle,
The Barracudas,
Alison Limerick,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.