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 Gabon and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zero Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonic Youth,
The Dead C,
Public Enemy,
Fluxion,
The Victims,
Country Teasers,
Television Personalities,
The Gun Club,
Arcadia,
Warren Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Procol Harum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Livin' Joy,
10cc,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barry Ungar,
Max Romeo,
The Neon Judgement,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warsaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cramps,
Eurythmics,
cv313,
Oblivians,
Donald Byrd,
Cymande,
Deepchord,
The Golliwogs,
Liliput,
Boogie Down Productions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Interpol,
Derrick Morgan,
Spoonie Gee,
Quantec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Green,
Stiv Bators,
Lalann,
The Fall,
Qualms,
The Tremeloes,
Average White Band,
Nils Olav,
Delon & Dalcan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
One Last Wish,
Ponytail,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Index,
Angry Samoans,
Colin Newman,
Los Fastidios,
Banda Bassotti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.