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 Korea North and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Ultra Naté to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear 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?
D'Angelo,
Skaos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brass Construction,
U.S. Maple,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang On A Can,
OOIOO,
Funky Four + One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
48th St. Collective,
The Cowsills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rekid,
Crime,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronan,
Hot Snakes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tommy Roe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harry Pussy,
Vainqueur,
DJ Sneak,
China Crisis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hoover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Fraelich,
The Vogues,
The New Christs,
Monolake,
Brand Nubian,
Lakeside,
Anakelly,
Quadrant,
The Star Department,
MC5,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül II,
Fluxion,
Lower 48,
Half Japanese,
Nico,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bad Manners,
Fear,
Quando Quango,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dead C,
Nas,
Scan 7,
Minor Threat,
Harmonia,
Junior Murvin,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerri Chandler,
Zero Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Angels of Light,
Rapeman,
Jeff Lynne,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.