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 Tonga and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Second Layer to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Organ,
The Neon Judgement,
Don Cherry,
PIL,
The Golliwogs,
The Fortunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pulsallama,
Royal Trux,
One Last Wish,
The Misunderstood,
AZ,
The Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Freddie Wadling,
Colin Newman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Byron Stingily,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Urselle,
Mars,
Japan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Second Layer,
Cybotron,
Subhumans,
The Red Krayola,
The Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
Alphaville,
The American Breed,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Swell Maps,
Quando Quango,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultravox,
Shoche,
Aaron Thompson,
R.M.O.,
EPMD,
The Invisible,
Neu!,
Silicon Teens,
The Barracudas,
Visage,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mojo Men,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Pus,
John Foxx,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.