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 Kiribati and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Spoonie Gee to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Arcadia,
Piero Umiliani,
Schoolly D,
E-Dancer,
Minny Pops,
Royal Trux,
L. Decosne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry's Kids,
The Red Krayola,
the Association,
The Pretty Things,
The Smiths,
The Names,
Lucky Dragons,
Rotary Connection,
The Human League,
Man Parrish,
Grauzone,
Idris Muhammad,
Sam Rivers,
Oneida,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alison Limerick,
The Searchers,
The Trojans,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dead C,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Wake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Associates,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ohio Players,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oblivians,
Patti Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-102,
Slave,
Ultravox,
B.T. Express,
Reuben Wilson,
Barbara Tucker,
Tears for Fears,
Dennis Brown,
Symarip,
Audionom,
Suburban Knight,
Marine Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Yellowson,
Kayak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Move,
Dark Day,
Dawn Penn,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Smooth,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.