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 Jamaica and from New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Amon Düül to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Masters at Work,
Cymande,
Arab on Radar,
Lindisfarne,
Ronan,
Lou Christie,
MC5,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
Juan Atkins,
Pulsallama,
Max Romeo,
Clear Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erasure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Terry,
Black Bananas,
Janne Schatter,
The New Christs,
John Cale,
Guru Guru,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacques Brel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Motions,
Nik Kershaw,
Morten Harket,
ABBA,
Scratch Acid,
Piero Umiliani,
PIL,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q65,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
China Crisis,
Joey Negro,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy Collins,
Goldenarms,
The Vogues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kayak,
Heaven 17,
Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tim Buckley,
Chris Corsano,
Warsaw,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stockholm Monsters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suburban Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Trumans Water,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.