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 Bahamas and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Altered Images to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Boredoms,
Black Moon,
Fugazi,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blancmange,
Oneida,
Urselle,
ABC,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Halsall,
Junior Murvin,
Tears for Fears,
Scientists,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dual Sessions,
The Real Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Divine Comedy,
Swans,
Scan 7,
Lower 48,
David McCallum,
Gabor Szabo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Green,
The Associates,
Jacob Miller,
Bill Wells,
The Moleskins,
Todd Terry,
T.S.O.L.,
Procol Harum,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gladiators,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Toasters,
Mantronix,
The Last Poets,
Pantytec,
Jandek,
Marc Almond,
Technova,
Von Mondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Al Stewart,
Anakelly,
Rekid,
Jerry's Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
EPMD,
Alphaville,
Brick,
Ronan,
June of 44,
The Doors,
The Happenings,
Joyce Sims,
The Martian,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.