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 Turkmenistan and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barracudas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül,
Stetsasonic,
The Leaves,
D'Angelo,
The Cure,
Bill Wells,
Pagans,
A Certain Ratio,
The Searchers,
Country Teasers,
Fat Boys,
Bad Manners,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aural Exciters,
Jacob Miller,
Hoover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lakeside,
Arcadia,
T. Rex,
Slick Rick,
the Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Idris Muhammad,
The Standells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blossom Toes,
Flash Fearless,
Vainqueur,
Minutemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mr. Review,
The Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young,
L. Decosne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Stooges,
X-102,
Man Parrish,
Ponytail,
Yusef Lateef,
Shoche,
Icehouse,
Delta 5,
U.S. Maple,
Black Moon,
The Slits,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erasure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lee Hazlewood,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.