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 Guatemala and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Wally Richardson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Erasure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Dolphy,
Rekid,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Urselle,
Fugazi,
Angry Samoans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alphaville,
MC5,
Marmalade,
The Invisible,
Donny Hathaway,
Swell Maps,
Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
Malaria!,
Don Cherry,
China Crisis,
Country Teasers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cramps,
The Evens,
The New Christs,
Hashim,
Kas Product,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Near,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Supertramp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Thompson Twins,
Isaac Hayes,
Slave,
Mantronix,
Liliput,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quando Quango,
John Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hot Snakes,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacques Brel,
Royal Trux,
Drexciya,
Matthew Bourne,
Icehouse,
Quadrant,
Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moody Blues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed,
Cal Tjader,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.