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 Uruguay and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Banda Bassotti to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Fear,
Tears for Fears,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grey Daturas,
Vladislav Delay,
One Last Wish,
The Litter,
The Fortunes,
Young Marble Giants,
The Vogues,
Circle Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pole,
Wally Richardson,
Janne Schatter,
Public Enemy,
Jacob Miller,
Inner City,
Eddi Front,
The Divine Comedy,
Henry Cow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lyres,
The Moody Blues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Urselle,
Derrick Morgan,
Animal Collective,
The American Breed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Easy Going,
The Beau Brummels,
Panda Bear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Martian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tommy Roe,
Chris Corsano,
Procol Harum,
Franke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Lucky Dragons,
CMW,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Iggy Pop,
ABC,
Groovy Waters,
Stereo Dub,
Jawbox,
Outsiders,
Main Source,
Black Bananas,
Accadde A,
Funkadelic,
Shoche,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.