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 Korea North and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Steve Hackett to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jawbox,
Donny Hathaway,
The Remains,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun City Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Clarke,
H. Thieme,
The Red Krayola,
Kaleidoscope,
The Golliwogs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hasil Adkins,
Make Up,
The Techniques,
cv313,
Amazonics,
The Divine Comedy,
A Certain Ratio,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liliput,
Absolute Body Control,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Al Stewart,
Talk Talk,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agitation Free,
The Leaves,
Los Fastidios,
Byron Stingily,
The Residents,
The Young Rascals,
Vainqueur,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bob Dylan,
a-ha,
Interpol,
Eddi Front,
U.S. Maple,
Fat Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Radio Birdman,
Organ,
Gichy Dan,
Spandau Ballet,
Nirvana,
Essential Logic,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Invisible,
Accadde A,
Mantronix,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Banda Bassotti,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.