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 Azerbaijan and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eve St. Jones to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
ABC,
Nirvana,
Henry Cow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABBA,
Monolake,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Offenders,
These Immortal Souls,
A Certain Ratio,
Joy Division,
Bill Near,
Sound Behaviour,
Boredoms,
Mission of Burma,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gap Band,
Circle Jerks,
Hashim,
the Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hot Snakes,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker,
Tom Boy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Residents,
Bobby Womack,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Camberwell Now,
Ossler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DNA,
Parry Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suburban Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Normal,
Japan,
Dawn Penn,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ornette Coleman,
Moss Icon,
Unrelated Segments,
The Alarm Clocks,
World's Most,
Loose Ends,
Moebius,
Goldenarms,
48th St. Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
Lucky Dragons,
Inner City,
the Association,
the Slits,
John Foxx,
Skaos,
The Saints,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.