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 Yemen and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Howard Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Wally Richardson,
Sister Nancy,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül,
Intrusion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wolf Eyes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Duran Duran,
Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Sheep,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Halsall,
the Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
The Motions,
The Standells,
Cheater Slicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maurizio,
Chris & Cosey,
Half Japanese,
The Happenings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Names,
Darondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Almond,
Newcleus,
Eurythmics,
Organ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harry Pussy,
Henry Cow,
Dark Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rod Modell,
Tres Demented,
Q65,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flipper,
The Slits,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Hill,
The Saints,
Youth Brigade,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.