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 Croatia and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fuzztones to the rock 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Harry Pussy,
Joensuu 1685,
X-101,
Kaleidoscope,
Ohio Players,
The American Breed,
Eurythmics,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
Carl Craig,
Khruangbin,
Easy Going,
New York Dolls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cameo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Angels of Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slackers,
The Busters,
Siglo XX,
OOIOO,
R.M.O.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gap Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moebius,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slits,
Q65,
The Cure,
The Cowsills,
Half Japanese,
Donald Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monks,
Whodini,
The Mojo Men,
Simply Red,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cluster,
Monolake,
L. Decosne,
Scrapy,
Minutemen,
Brand Nubian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Wells,
John Holt,
Mad Mike,
Yaz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doors,
Section 25,
Lower 48,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.