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 Turkey and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moody Blues 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Quantec,
Charles Mingus,
Royal Trux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kurtis Blow,
The Martian,
OOIOO,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Smooth,
Franke,
The Real Kids,
The Names,
Crispian St. Peters,
Accadde A,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Last Poets,
Pierre Henry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Hill,
Make Up,
Saccharine Trust,
Visage,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kayak,
Toni Rubio,
JFA,
Harmonia,
Danielle Patucci,
Motorama,
Robert Hood,
Bronski Beat,
Moebius,
Spoonie Gee,
Pere Ubu,
One Last Wish,
Robert Wyatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q and Not U,
Mission of Burma,
The J.B.'s,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quando Quango,
Juan Atkins,
Scrapy,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Wells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Dolphy,
a-ha,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiohead,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.