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 Venezuela and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Motorama to the disco 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Techniques,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joey Negro,
Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
Gong,
The Red Krayola,
Ituana,
Jandek,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Copeland,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nico,
The American Breed,
Youth Brigade,
Faraquet,
Au Pairs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Ten City,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tim Buckley,
Panda Bear,
Deadbeat,
Guru Guru,
Flash Fearless,
The United States of America,
Lalann,
Television,
The Leaves,
E-Dancer,
Joe Smooth,
The Index,
The Human League,
The Mummies,
Tropical Tobacco,
H. Thieme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stetsasonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terry Callier,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Hill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minnie Riperton,
Wire,
Amon Düül II,
Rapeman,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Grass Roots,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.