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 Romania and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Rapeman to the electroclash 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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Nik Kershaw,
Bob Dylan,
Yaz,
the Human League,
The Names,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Schoolly D,
Brand Nubian,
Swans,
Liliput,
The Blackbyrds,
KRS-One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Associates,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faust,
The Slits,
The Real Kids,
Josef K,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wasted Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris & Cosey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Danielle Patucci,
David Axelrod,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Animal Collective,
Ken Boothe,
The Doobie Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Nirvana,
Pantaleimon,
MDC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skarface,
Lungfish,
Royal Trux,
Marmalade,
Minny Pops,
Monks,
Pole,
Ohio Players,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick Morgan,
Arthur Verocai,
Mandrill,
The Gories,
Quadrant,
David Bowie,
The Vogues,
Scratch Acid,
The Fall,
Television Personalities,
H. Thieme,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.