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 Australia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Supertramp to the electroclash 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Royal Trux,
Fatback Band,
Camberwell Now,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nils Olav,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brand Nubian,
Drive Like Jehu,
Freddie Wadling,
This Heat,
the Fania All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Bad Manners,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy Collins,
EPMD,
Aaron Thompson,
Godley & Creme,
Thompson Twins,
The Cure,
Susan Cadogan,
U.S. Maple,
Sun City Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monolake,
Skarface,
Ohio Players,
New Order,
Moebius,
Chris Corsano,
Procol Harum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Certain Ratio,
The Angels of Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June of 44,
the Sonics,
Arcadia,
Main Source,
Alison Limerick,
Sight & Sound,
Excepter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Anthony Braxton,
Flipper,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sound,
LL Cool J,
The Modern Lovers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The United States of America,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Frankie Knuckles,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.