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 Barbados and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the punk 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Bad Manners,
The Tremeloes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Young Rascals,
Q and Not U,
Tres Demented,
Technova,
Gastr Del Sol,
Patti Smith,
Masters at Work,
Dark Day,
Lou Christie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Techniques,
Procol Harum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tubeway Army,
The Velvet Underground,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young,
The Saints,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül,
Erasure,
Connie Case,
OOIOO,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Danielle Patucci,
Prince Buster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Excepter,
Black Flag,
Adolescents,
Cymande,
Spoonie Gee,
Swans,
The Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
Roxy Music,
Subhumans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Lynne,
The Durutti Column,
48th St. Collective,
PIL,
The Happenings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
Ludus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vainqueur,
Sandy B,
The Victims,
Cecil Taylor,
Zero Boys,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.