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 Tunisia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Toni Rubio to the disco 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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
the Swans,
Lalann,
Dawn Penn,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hardrive,
Ultra Naté,
Sonic Youth,
The Music Machine,
The Stooges,
Faust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gladiators,
Rapeman,
Interpol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Icehouse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kayak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vladislav Delay,
Marmalade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Angry Samoans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barrington Levy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cluster,
Eric Dolphy,
Alphaville,
The Cure,
Guru Guru,
Scan 7,
The Standells,
Amon Düül,
Television,
Laurel Aitken,
Q and Not U,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Darondo,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Hood,
Masters at Work,
Public Image Ltd.,
Little Man,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul II Soul,
The Golliwogs,
Camouflage,
Patti Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
China Crisis,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.