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 Rwanda and from London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Sexual Harrassment to the crunk 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Goldenarms,
The Residents,
U.S. Maple,
Jacques Brel,
Mark Hollis,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Standells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Josef K,
Gabor Szabo,
Crooked Eye,
Cecil Taylor,
Albert Ayler,
Rod Modell,
The Music Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grauzone,
Swans,
Television,
Lindisfarne,
The Gories,
MC5,
Liliput,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Leaves,
The Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blues Magoos,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Searchers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Associates,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Halsall,
Mars,
48th St. Collective,
The Names,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Golliwogs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gong,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Young Rascals,
Surgeon,
Talk Talk,
Don Cherry,
Steve Hackett,
Supertramp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Almond,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Holt,
Fluxion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.