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 Belize and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 D'Angelo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Pole,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mad Mike,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Toni Rubio,
Altered Images,
Lalann,
The Cure,
Leonard Cohen,
The Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joey Negro,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barrington Levy,
Technova,
Ten City,
The Count Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Magma,
Brothers Johnson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Groovy Waters,
Fatback Band,
Nirvana,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Lynne,
Loose Ends,
World's Most,
The Index,
One Last Wish,
Faraquet,
Desert Stars,
The Gories,
Blossom Toes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Minny Pops,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Darondo,
Boredoms,
Fad Gadget,
Hoover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David McCallum,
Grey Daturas,
Youth Brigade,
Royal Trux,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Guru Guru,
the Sonics,
Magazine,
Fugazi,
The Smoke,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.