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 Andorra 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
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 oboe 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 Second Layer to the grunge 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Count Five,
Don Cherry,
The Black Dice,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Robert Wyatt,
Anakelly,
The Knickerbockers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cybotron,
Second Layer,
The Gap Band,
Fluxion,
10cc,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Vogues,
Von Mondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lakeside,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deakin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harry Pussy,
The Evens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
U.S. Maple,
Eli Mardock,
Hardrive,
Quando Quango,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxy Music,
48th St. Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
Flash Fearless,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lyres,
R.M.O.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Schoolly D,
The Pretty Things,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crash Course in Science,
The United States of America,
kango's stein massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aaron Thompson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Al Stewart,
The Cure,
The Associates,
KRS-One,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Junior Murvin,
Pierre Henry,
Tears for Fears,
Mars,
Faraquet,
Television Personalities,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Mills,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.