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 Paraguay and from Manchester.
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 Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Derrick May to the rock 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
DJ Sneak,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Reuben Wilson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faust,
UT,
The Mummies,
Accadde A,
The Moody Blues,
Main Source,
Bizarre Inc.,
Al Stewart,
X-102,
Royal Trux,
The New Christs,
Boredoms,
Das Ding,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Motorama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monks,
The American Breed,
LL Cool J,
Essential Logic,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott Heron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lower 48,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang of Four,
Terry Callier,
Slick Rick,
Fugazi,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Clarke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultra Naté,
Ten City,
Davy DMX,
The Fire Engines,
Skaos,
The Count Five,
The Martian,
Moby Grape,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Vogues,
Eddi Front,
John Cale,
Pagans,
Audionom,
Yellowson,
Basic Channel,
Television Personalities,
Blossom Toes,
Dennis Brown,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.