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 Albania and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Graham Central Station to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Halsall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Human League,
KRS-One,
Bang On A Can,
Little Man,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nation of Ulysses,
Royal Trux,
Bluetip,
Peter & Gordon,
John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Metal Thangz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hashim,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Terry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
LL Cool J,
Adolescents,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Move,
Howard Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
Von Mondo,
Scan 7,
The Evens,
Al Stewart,
Magazine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
The Red Krayola,
Sällskapet,
Darondo,
The Monks,
Lou Christie,
Moby Grape,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dave Gahan,
D'Angelo,
Maleditus Sound,
Oblivians,
Leonard Cohen,
the Human League,
Kayak,
The Fall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.