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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Byron Stingily to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Fear,
Parry Music,
Bobby Byrd,
The Five Americans,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Saints,
Sandy B,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yaz,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Subhumans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alison Limerick,
Althea and Donna,
The Fortunes,
Peter & Gordon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
Nirvana,
DJ Style,
E-Dancer,
Nik Kershaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slick Rick,
Anakelly,
T.S.O.L.,
Dawn Penn,
D'Angelo,
David McCallum,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gladiators,
Freddie Wadling,
The Young Rascals,
Brick,
John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
the Normal,
Archie Shepp,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Von Mondo,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Dolphy,
B.T. Express,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tom Boy,
Fat Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Knickerbockers,
Dual Sessions,
Glenn Branca,
Vainqueur,
DJ Sneak,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.