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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Minnie Riperton to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Second Layer,
June of 44,
The Residents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crash Course in Science,
Alphaville,
AZ,
The Walker Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
David McCallum,
Marvin Gaye,
Junior Murvin,
Deakin,
Derrick May,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mr. Review,
Amazonics,
Minor Threat,
Jawbox,
Pet Shop Boys,
LL Cool J,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Pantytec,
PIL,
The Smiths,
The Pop Group,
Moby Grape,
New Age Steppers,
Los Fastidios,
Erasure,
Chris & Cosey,
Isaac Hayes,
Fatback Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arcadia,
Barry Ungar,
Scan 7,
Smog,
The Last Poets,
Black Pus,
Quadrant,
Procol Harum,
Y Pants,
Suburban Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kas Product,
E-Dancer,
Joe Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Soul II Soul,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
cv313,
Derrick Morgan,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronan,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.