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 Slovakia and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the crunk 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
T. Rex,
New Order,
Parry Music,
Qualms,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quantec,
The Beau Brummels,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Buckinghams,
The Slits,
Sparks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Josef K,
Lungfish,
Schoolly D,
Radio Birdman,
The Zeros,
Wings,
Wally Richardson,
Index,
Idris Muhammad,
Carl Craig,
Ultravox,
Theoretical Girls,
Deepchord,
Brothers Johnson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Niagra,
the Germs,
Archie Shepp,
Al Stewart,
Scan 7,
Barbara Tucker,
Lakeside,
The Vogues,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monolake,
Moby Grape,
Basic Channel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Michelle Simonal,
Sandy B,
Colin Newman,
Flipper,
Model 500,
Bootsy Collins,
Moebius,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxette,
the Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Whodini,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Leaves,
Tears for Fears,
Ludus,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.