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 Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radiopuhelimet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Agitation Free,
Darondo,
Surgeon,
Donny Hathaway,
Excepter,
10cc,
Arcadia,
Newcleus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pagans,
Little Man,
Terry Callier,
The Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Supertramp,
Easy Going,
Scratch Acid,
Desert Stars,
Maurizio,
Scion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tubeway Army,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blossom Toes,
Second Layer,
The Techniques,
the Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Bang On A Can,
Yaz,
The Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monochrome Set,
Section 25,
Technova,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Clarke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Music Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalann,
U.S. Maple,
The Busters,
Ronnie Foster,
cv313,
Trumans Water,
Basic Channel,
Spoonie Gee,
Babytalk,
Soft Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Starr,
Henry Cow,
Jacques Brel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arthur Verocai,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.