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 Sierra Leone and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alton Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Altered Images,
This Heat,
The Red Krayola,
The Stooges,
Youth Brigade,
Black Pus,
Eli Mardock,
Sex Pistols,
Rekid,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris & Cosey,
Loose Ends,
Todd Terry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Alphaville,
Flipper,
Morten Harket,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Cale,
Nirvana,
New York Dolls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
kango's stein massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yellowson,
Hardrive,
Country Teasers,
B.T. Express,
Gong,
Roxy Music,
Kerri Chandler,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Wyatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers,
The Gun Club,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bauhaus,
Trumans Water,
Clear Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q and Not U,
Radiopuhelimet,
L. Decosne,
The Cure,
PIL,
Deadbeat,
Graham Central Station,
Cecil Taylor,
Dark Day,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.