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 Argentina and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Jimmy McGriff 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Motorama,
The Shadows of Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Bananas,
Morten Harket,
The Raincoats,
Arthur Verocai,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Associates,
Aaron Thompson,
Funky Four + One,
Don Cherry,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Womack,
Scientists,
Neil Young,
Cybotron,
Joe Finger,
Derrick May,
The Blues Magoos,
UT,
Nico,
Ponytail,
Todd Rundgren,
Sugar Minott,
Eurythmics,
L. Decosne,
The J.B.'s,
Skarface,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Human League,
Marc Almond,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantaleimon,
The Last Poets,
Thee Headcoats,
The Music Machine,
Bill Near,
48th St. Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Josef K,
Oneida,
Severed Heads,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Searchers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masters at Work,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Mad Mike,
The Victims,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ituana,
Mo-Dettes,
New York Dolls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Toni Rubio,
Kas Product,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.