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 Germany 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 UT to the grime 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Zero Boys,
Deadbeat,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxy Music,
Radiohead,
The Cure,
Los Fastidios,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tom Boy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Wake,
The Martian,
Matthew Bourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül,
Smog,
Sandy B,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Don Cherry,
AZ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Byron Stingily,
Ronan,
Pylon,
Crash Course in Science,
Marvin Gaye,
Grey Daturas,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Livin' Joy,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Near,
Accadde A,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tears for Fears,
John Cale,
Camouflage,
Erykah Badu,
Intrusion,
Althea and Donna,
The Fall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moebius,
Angry Samoans,
FM Einheit,
The Music Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cybotron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Hood,
Schoolly D,
Black Sheep,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.