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 Hungary and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Eddi Front to the electroclash 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
Alton Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Wake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shoche,
D'Angelo,
Harmonia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sällskapet,
the Normal,
Spoonie Gee,
Nico,
The Angels of Light,
Man Parrish,
JFA,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slackers,
Oneida,
Main Source,
Kerri Chandler,
One Last Wish,
Skarface,
Roxette,
Arthur Verocai,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Finger,
Pere Ubu,
the Bar-Kays,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Hood,
Rufus Thomas,
China Crisis,
Nas,
The Human League,
Parry Music,
Ponytail,
Section 25,
Faraquet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang On A Can,
Fat Boys,
Television Personalities,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Christie,
The Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
Cymande,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra,
Moby Grape,
The Stooges,
The Evens,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.