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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Normal to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Newcleus,
Motorama,
Soul II Soul,
B.T. Express,
Bill Near,
World's Most,
Lou Christie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cal Tjader,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
The United States of America,
Eurythmics,
Mandrill,
Chrome,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marcia Griffiths,
Althea and Donna,
Girls At Our Best!,
Model 500,
Main Source,
The Slackers,
Darondo,
Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
JFA,
Ronan,
The Pretty Things,
Boredoms,
Anthony Braxton,
David Axelrod,
the Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Skriet,
Cluster,
Shoche,
Joyce Sims,
Hardrive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Technova,
Grauzone,
Scientists,
Jerry's Kids,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Hill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angry Samoans,
Ice-T,
Patti Smith,
PIL,
Robert Hood,
Gastr Del Sol,
D'Angelo,
Scratch Acid,
Surgeon,
The Moleskins,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.