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 Haiti and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Agitation Free to the electroclash 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Robert Wyatt,
Index,
Jacques Brel,
Soul II Soul,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kenny Larkin,
Nico,
June Days,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drexciya,
Glenn Branca,
Tim Buckley,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lyres,
Ice-T,
K-Klass,
Subhumans,
Donny Hathaway,
Main Source,
Andrew Hill,
10cc,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Angels of Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
CMW,
Peter & Gordon,
Inner City,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Lynne,
Deepchord,
Zapp,
The Last Poets,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
One Last Wish,
the Bar-Kays,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pierre Henry,
The Human League,
The Barracudas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Raincoats,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Selecter,
Jawbox,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül,
Barclay James Harvest,
Danielle Patucci,
Monolake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Star Department,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.