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 Chad 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Donny Hathaway to the grunge 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television Personalities,
Wings,
Yellowson,
Ken Boothe,
Aswad,
The Fall,
the Germs,
Q and Not U,
the Fania All-Stars,
Urselle,
Newcleus,
DNA,
Scrapy,
Quando Quango,
Skriet,
Angry Samoans,
Bob Dylan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Near,
Sällskapet,
Roger Hodgson,
Tears for Fears,
The Associates,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anakelly,
The Cowsills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Easy Going,
Harmonia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Model 500,
Minny Pops,
Das Ding,
Minnie Riperton,
Ossler,
T.S.O.L.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare,
Rufus Thomas,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swell Maps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pere Ubu,
Deakin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Lydon,
Lyres,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Golliwogs,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Godley & Creme,
Sandy B,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.