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 Barbados and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tim Buckley to the funk 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Soft Cell,
Crime,
Duran Duran,
Eddi Front,
Erykah Badu,
Model 500,
The Five Americans,
Pole,
The Real Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Popol Vuh,
Donny Hathaway,
Negative Approach,
Mantronix,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mr. Review,
Camouflage,
China Crisis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lindisfarne,
Sex Pistols,
Das Ding,
Kevin Saunderson,
World's Most,
Visage,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
48th St. Collective,
Accadde A,
Josef K,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed,
Scan 7,
The American Breed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gap Band,
Black Pus,
Connie Case,
Guru Guru,
David Axelrod,
Godley & Creme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy Collins,
Hoover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Finger,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.