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 Tunisia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Second Layer to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Glambeats Corp.,
Section 25,
Bush Tetras,
kango's stein massive,
Al Stewart,
Rakim,
Moby Grape,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Depeche Mode,
Terrestrial Tones,
Second Layer,
Rapeman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bronski Beat,
DNA,
The Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Fatback Band,
David McCallum,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxy Music,
The Gun Club,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül II,
Kurtis Blow,
Pagans,
Desert Stars,
Jacob Miller,
H. Thieme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zapp,
Simply Red,
Marc Almond,
Wolf Eyes,
The Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slackers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Durutti Column,
Mo-Dettes,
Yellowson,
Pharoah Sanders,
U.S. Maple,
Smog,
Television Personalities,
David Bowie,
These Immortal Souls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monochrome Set,
Crime,
Black Bananas,
This Heat,
Leonard Cohen,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.