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 Antigua and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
China Crisis,
These Immortal Souls,
Tommy Roe,
the Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
E-Dancer,
Todd Terry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rapeman,
Gang Starr,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suburban Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eddi Front,
Blossom Toes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pagans,
Scan 7,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mo-Dettes,
Nik Kershaw,
Loose Ends,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Görl,
Kayak,
The Mummies,
The Smoke,
Joensuu 1685,
Idris Muhammad,
Bob Dylan,
Archie Shepp,
The Busters,
Cecil Taylor,
Dark Day,
Moby Grape,
Desert Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Depeche Mode,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maleditus Sound,
JFA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brick,
Sam Rivers,
MC5,
Kurtis Blow,
Camberwell Now,
Mark Hollis,
The Monks,
Zero Boys,
Ludus,
The Walker Brothers,
The Techniques,
Niagra,
Accadde A,
Mission of Burma,
Brass Construction,
The Standells,
Dead Boys,
Black Bananas,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.