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 Samoa and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Wolf Eyes to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
James White and The Blacks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slits,
Television Personalities,
Crooked Eye,
a-ha,
Robert Görl,
Tom Boy,
Howard Jones,
Mark Hollis,
Con Funk Shun,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reuben Wilson,
The Techniques,
The Modern Lovers,
Aural Exciters,
The Happenings,
Sam Rivers,
Qualms,
The Blues Magoos,
Juan Atkins,
Japan,
Fugazi,
The Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Gang Starr,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Barracudas,
Maurizio,
Stetsasonic,
Cecil Taylor,
Mars,
Second Layer,
John Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Trumans Water,
The Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
OOIOO,
Kenny Larkin,
Rotary Connection,
Urselle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lungfish,
The Gap Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dirtbombs,
The Birthday Party,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Laurel Aitken,
Nation of Ulysses,
Little Man,
Morten Harket,
Joensuu 1685,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.