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 New Zealand and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
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 guitar 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 The Moleskins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Circle Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skriet,
Gang Green,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amazonics,
Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter and Kerry,
The Residents,
The Offenders,
The Grass Roots,
Ultra Naté,
Tubeway Army,
Saccharine Trust,
Joey Negro,
Barclay James Harvest,
Technova,
Ultravox,
Yellowson,
Q65,
Goldenarms,
Rakim,
In Retrospect,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Starr,
Gang of Four,
Theoretical Girls,
Marine Girls,
CMW,
Fat Boys,
Massinfluence,
Deakin,
Ronan,
Inner City,
Essential Logic,
Mr. Review,
Stiv Bators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pere Ubu,
Thompson Twins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nas,
Warren Ellis,
Rapeman,
Bootsy Collins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
PIL,
Boredoms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Adolescents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eli Mardock,
Liliput,
Cybotron,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.