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 Haiti and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Circle Jerks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Fatback Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker,
Guru Guru,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television,
Mad Mike,
Babytalk,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
CMW,
Accadde A,
Popol Vuh,
Alphaville,
Amazonics,
Urselle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Rundgren,
Mandrill,
Derrick Morgan,
Hashim,
Erasure,
Sällskapet,
Drexciya,
Marvin Gaye,
Monks,
Yellowson,
Goldenarms,
The Cowsills,
Shuggie Otis,
Quando Quango,
The Monochrome Set,
Gerry Rafferty,
Don Cherry,
Masters at Work,
Magazine,
The Monks,
This Heat,
Quadrant,
The Dirtbombs,
David Bowie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerri Chandler,
June Days,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stereo Dub,
Shoche,
The Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Crime,
Circle Jerks,
Connie Case,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Henry Cow,
Grauzone,
Hardrive,
The Gun Club,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.