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 Belgium and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry's Kids,
Fluxion,
Blossom Toes,
Patti Smith,
Yazoo,
Yaz,
Scan 7,
Michelle Simonal,
Joey Negro,
Joyce Sims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
These Immortal Souls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Audionom,
D'Angelo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Susan Cadogan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kas Product,
DJ Style,
Hashim,
Chrome,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gladiators,
Depeche Mode,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Martian,
James White and The Blacks,
Section 25,
Newcleus,
The Young Rascals,
Cabaret Voltaire,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
UT,
The Gories,
Inner City,
the Human League,
Bluetip,
The Seeds,
Liliput,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fatback Band,
David McCallum,
Cameo,
The Fortunes,
Blake Baxter,
JFA,
Bob Dylan,
Fear,
Ituana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Angels of Light,
The Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Warsaw,
Roxy Music,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.