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 Suriname and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Wings to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Godley & Creme,
Silicon Teens,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Wells,
Skarface,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Surgeon,
Japan,
Avey Tare,
Hasil Adkins,
Dawn Penn,
Wire,
Junior Murvin,
Eurythmics,
Alison Limerick,
Rapeman,
Ornette Coleman,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers,
Jawbox,
Moss Icon,
David McCallum,
Kayak,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Anakelly,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Lynne,
48th St. Collective,
Chrome,
Cymande,
The Litter,
The Evens,
Rod Modell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Machine,
T. Rex,
a-ha,
Flamin' Groovies,
Make Up,
the Sonics,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Remains,
These Immortal Souls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sixth Finger,
Cybotron,
The Barracudas,
Sarah Menescal,
ABBA,
The Walker Brothers,
Delta 5,
Eric Copeland,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.