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 Comoros and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rosa Yemen to the dance 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Marshall Jefferson,
The United States of America,
Maurizio,
Cybotron,
Wolf Eyes,
Harry Pussy,
Erasure,
The Grass Roots,
Lightning Bolt,
48th St. Collective,
ABBA,
Main Source,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Royal Trux,
Yusef Lateef,
CMW,
Alison Limerick,
Nirvana,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash,
David McCallum,
The Blackbyrds,
Soulsonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
Josef K,
Godley & Creme,
Toni Rubio,
The Offenders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magma,
Cameo,
Infiniti,
Derrick Morgan,
Deakin,
The Gories,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Germs,
Underground Resistance,
Cheater Slicks,
David Bowie,
Mark Hollis,
The Cramps,
Fat Boys,
Arcadia,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Slits,
Excepter,
Second Layer,
Ornette Coleman,
The Star Department,
Curtis Mayfield,
Inner City,
Marine Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Monks,
Intrusion,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.