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 Armenia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Joe Finger to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quantec,
The Pretty Things,
Grauzone,
Ponytail,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry's Kids,
cv313,
Todd Rundgren,
Sexual Harrassment,
Urselle,
Magma,
Terry Callier,
The Move,
World's Most,
China Crisis,
Sällskapet,
Dark Day,
Harmonia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker,
Young Marble Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
The Vogues,
Sixth Finger,
Country Teasers,
Lyres,
Max Romeo,
PIL,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dead C,
Y Pants,
The Last Poets,
Lalann,
The Busters,
Adolescents,
Section 25,
Zero Boys,
Porter Ricks,
The Evens,
Amon Düül,
Subhumans,
the Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
The Associates,
June Days,
The Trojans,
Tim Buckley,
Dave Gahan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Massinfluence,
Delon & Dalcan,
Byron Stingily,
Pagans,
Fat Boys,
X-101,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.