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 Moldova and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Mark Hollis to the dance 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Laurel Aitken,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boz Scaggs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terry Callier,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Newcleus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wally Richardson,
Albert Ayler,
Prince Buster,
Blake Baxter,
Chris & Cosey,
Chrome,
The Dirtbombs,
Hardrive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
Pere Ubu,
Ponytail,
Severed Heads,
Bob Dylan,
Quadrant,
The Cramps,
Lindisfarne,
Sound Behaviour,
The Count Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Groovy Waters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Invisible,
Marc Almond,
The Young Rascals,
Y Pants,
Chris Corsano,
Lakeside,
The Dead C,
The Kinks,
Colin Newman,
Grey Daturas,
Minnie Riperton,
Shuggie Otis,
Ossler,
Lalann,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Bowie,
Smog,
Jeff Lynne,
Sandy B,
Magma,
Supertramp,
The Black Dice,
The Vogues,
Nico,
The Remains,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.