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 Belarus and from New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Sandy B,
Pole,
June of 44,
Judy Mowatt,
48th St. Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Byron Stingily,
Mantronix,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Womack,
Scan 7,
Jandek,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Machine,
The Move,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eve St. Jones,
Lower 48,
LL Cool J,
Blossom Toes,
Funky Four + One,
Skriet,
Rod Modell,
Henry Cow,
The Victims,
Gong,
Section 25,
Dual Sessions,
Warren Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Lightning Bolt,
Angry Samoans,
Vainqueur,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Technova,
The Kinks,
Aloha Tigers,
Mo-Dettes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monochrome Set,
Dead Boys,
Mars,
The Cowsills,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moebius,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mandrill,
The Birthday Party,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick Morgan,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Vogues,
The Skatalites,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Au Pairs,
Blancmange,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.