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 Brunei and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roy Ayers to the jazz 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thompson Twins,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers,
Magma,
Rosa Yemen,
Rotary Connection,
Hot Snakes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Barracudas,
The Busters,
Thee Headcoats,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultravox,
Rites of Spring,
Crash Course in Science,
June Days,
The Moleskins,
John Foxx,
Marmalade,
Joensuu 1685,
Monolake,
Agitation Free,
Drexciya,
Wally Richardson,
Scan 7,
ABBA,
Fat Boys,
The Grass Roots,
The Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joy Division,
Nick Fraelich,
Masters at Work,
Spandau Ballet,
Pagans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tom Boy,
The Count Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Happenings,
Ohio Players,
the Normal,
The Buckinghams,
Con Funk Shun,
The Martian,
Severed Heads,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The J.B.'s,
Hoover,
Flash Fearless,
The Evens,
Little Man,
Half Japanese,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.