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 Madagascar and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Angels of Light to the techno 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Monolake,
Circle Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hoover,
Maleditus Sound,
Agent Orange,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick May,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cymande,
The Doors,
Metal Thangz,
a-ha,
OOIOO,
Crime,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slits,
The Stooges,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suburban Knight,
Q and Not U,
Lower 48,
Essential Logic,
Barry Ungar,
Oblivians,
Godley & Creme,
Toni Rubio,
Yazoo,
the Human League,
Urselle,
Section 25,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Severed Heads,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang On A Can,
Moebius,
Schoolly D,
Adolescents,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Womack,
The Standells,
Masters at Work,
David McCallum,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unwound,
Magma,
Morten Harket,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Halsall,
The Move,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gichy Dan,
Vladislav Delay,
Funkadelic,
Make Up,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.