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 Belarus and from Tokyo.
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 Milan and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Monks to the rock 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warsaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Standells,
Au Pairs,
Glenn Branca,
The Smiths,
Little Man,
Niagra,
Gang Gang Dance,
U.S. Maple,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Star Department,
the Association,
Amazonics,
Bill Wells,
Bob Dylan,
Make Up,
The Dirtbombs,
Royal Trux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Audionom,
Joe Finger,
Wings,
Skriet,
Tears for Fears,
E-Dancer,
Janne Schatter,
Eddi Front,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Procol Harum,
Charles Mingus,
Cluster,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Halsall,
Harmonia,
Slick Rick,
China Crisis,
Soft Machine,
Soul II Soul,
The Seeds,
Josef K,
CMW,
Accadde A,
Max Romeo,
Minor Threat,
The Evens,
Black Moon,
Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Delon & Dalcan,
Section 25,
The Names,
Faraquet,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Surgeon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Neon Judgement,
Chrome,
The United States of America,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.