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 Cuba and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Essential Logic to the techno 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Glenn Branca,
Loose Ends,
David McCallum,
Y Pants,
Yazoo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Certain Ratio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Accadde A,
The Blackbyrds,
The Beau Brummels,
Motorama,
The Kinks,
Q and Not U,
Deadbeat,
Sparks,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Techniques,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Sneak,
The Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Jawbox,
Ludus,
The Music Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Bowie,
The Standells,
Underground Resistance,
Bluetip,
Franke,
The Moleskins,
Cybotron,
The Star Department,
Heaven 17,
Das Ding,
Marshall Jefferson,
Youth Brigade,
World's Most,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
Unwound,
The Durutti Column,
The Skatalites,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donald Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Copeland,
Archie Shepp,
Prince Buster,
June of 44,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.