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 Venezuela and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
CMW,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delta 5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Urselle,
Masters at Work,
Q and Not U,
Fad Gadget,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Hill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boz Scaggs,
Godley & Creme,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James White and The Blacks,
Groovy Waters,
Mark Hollis,
Animal Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young,
Dawn Penn,
Pantaleimon,
Fela Kuti,
Adolescents,
Warren Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Sixth Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suburban Knight,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wasted Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Moby Grape,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Reagan Youth,
Suicide,
Easy Going,
ABC,
Joy Division,
The Gories,
Cal Tjader,
The Techniques,
Matthew Halsall,
Arab on Radar,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.