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 Albania and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Last Poets to the grunge 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wasted Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
The Divine Comedy,
Tom Boy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eddi Front,
The Happenings,
Blossom Toes,
Reagan Youth,
World's Most,
Gabor Szabo,
H. Thieme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ornette Coleman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faraquet,
Hoover,
The Star Department,
Fugazi,
Donny Hathaway,
Tubeway Army,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wings,
Animal Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lungfish,
Easy Going,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Mills,
a-ha,
John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glenn Branca,
8 Eyed Spy,
Colin Newman,
Neu!,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalann,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed,
Panda Bear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
One Last Wish,
The Cowsills,
New York Dolls,
Magma,
Pharoah Sanders,
Adolescents,
Boz Scaggs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Y Pants,
KRS-One,
DJ Style,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.