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 Papua New Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eden Ahbez,
Deepchord,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
KRS-One,
The Durutti Column,
The American Breed,
The Offenders,
Circle Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erykah Badu,
Brass Construction,
David Bowie,
Harmonia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blancmange,
Scan 7,
Negative Approach,
Darondo,
The Red Krayola,
Wasted Youth,
The Gun Club,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Enemy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Supertramp,
Pulsallama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Wells,
Schoolly D,
The Associates,
Q and Not U,
Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Lightning Bolt,
Eurythmics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flipper,
Symarip,
Skarface,
Rites of Spring,
Vladislav Delay,
Joensuu 1685,
Scratch Acid,
Depeche Mode,
Minutemen,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Flag,
Nils Olav,
Pole,
Ponytail,
Lalann,
Sandy B,
Skaos,
Robert Hood,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantytec,
Buzzcocks,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.