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 Grenada and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cosmic Jokers to the punk 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Robert Wyatt,
The Knickerbockers,
Average White Band,
The Kinks,
The Monochrome Set,
DNA,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Smooth,
Jandek,
Black Pus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lungfish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Trumans Water,
Sugar Minott,
Agent Orange,
Blancmange,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacques Brel,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gories,
Ossler,
New York Dolls,
Panda Bear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tim Buckley,
Au Pairs,
Sight & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pere Ubu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
ABBA,
Visage,
Warren Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television,
Scrapy,
Jeff Mills,
Scratch Acid,
Kerrie Biddell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Piero Umiliani,
The Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
These Immortal Souls,
John Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Model 500,
Cluster,
Bauhaus,
Sister Nancy,
Sun City Girls,
Camouflage,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.