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 Papua New Guinea and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Basic Channel to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Gong,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alphaville,
Jerry's Kids,
Kayak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Patti Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shuggie Otis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Toni Rubio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Essential Logic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Das Ding,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Underground Resistance,
Organ,
Wire,
The Raincoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deepchord,
Jacob Miller,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mojo Men,
Television Personalities,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Albert Ayler,
Sister Nancy,
Liliput,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scrapy,
Iggy Pop,
The Smoke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Newcleus,
JFA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quantec,
New York Dolls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Trumans Water,
Sam Rivers,
Barrington Levy,
Peter and Kerry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Motorama,
Brothers Johnson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Misunderstood,
Byron Stingily,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.