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 Guatemala and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Sparks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Groovy Waters,
One Last Wish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donald Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fugazi,
Grauzone,
a-ha,
The Techniques,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soulsonic Force,
Y Pants,
Excepter,
Stiv Bators,
Lower 48,
The Evens,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Divine Comedy,
Subhumans,
Roxy Music,
cv313,
Severed Heads,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Boredoms,
Interpol,
MC5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Cell,
Rakim,
The Pop Group,
E-Dancer,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed,
Section 25,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Associates,
Cymande,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Silicon Teens,
Vladislav Delay,
Arthur Verocai,
the Association,
B.T. Express,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deepchord,
Judy Mowatt,
Aural Exciters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suburban Knight,
Mantronix,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.