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 Colombia and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 MC5 to the jazz 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Gabor Szabo,
Lindisfarne,
Sex Pistols,
Fluxion,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
Mars,
The Fugs,
Second Layer,
Mo-Dettes,
Little Man,
The Blackbyrds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul II Soul,
Fear,
The Monochrome Set,
Pole,
Black Moon,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers,
Aswad,
Los Fastidios,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Idris Muhammad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
L. Decosne,
Cameo,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Morten Harket,
Quando Quango,
T. Rex,
Albert Ayler,
Kerri Chandler,
Talk Talk,
Ossler,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Star Department,
Prince Buster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalann,
Bauhaus,
Sandy B,
Adolescents,
Suicide,
Don Cherry,
David McCallum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young,
Cybotron,
The Beau Brummels,
Joensuu 1685,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.