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 Antigua and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soft Cell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Panda Bear,
The Offenders,
The Golliwogs,
Absolute Body Control,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Schoolly D,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
The Monks,
Marine Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agitation Free,
The Birthday Party,
Quando Quango,
Man Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Newcleus,
Scientists,
Average White Band,
Funkadelic,
The Remains,
Darondo,
Bootsy Collins,
Cybotron,
Masters at Work,
Infiniti,
Bill Wells,
Jawbox,
FM Einheit,
Skarface,
The Residents,
Livin' Joy,
The Last Poets,
Con Funk Shun,
Skriet,
Easy Going,
Country Teasers,
Basic Channel,
John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Grauzone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dave Gahan,
Chris & Cosey,
The Count Five,
Yazoo,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moody Blues,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nico,
Ultra Naté,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.