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 Zambia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 The Red Krayola to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skriet,
Minny Pops,
Main Source,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Josef K,
Scion,
The Fugs,
The Grass Roots,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Niagra,
DJ Sneak,
Stiv Bators,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
The Walker Brothers,
The Star Department,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cameo,
Blossom Toes,
Tres Demented,
The Last Poets,
Marc Almond,
Radio Birdman,
Darondo,
The Slackers,
Laurel Aitken,
Deadbeat,
Mad Mike,
Arab on Radar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Bananas,
Zapp,
Moby Grape,
Visage,
Graham Central Station,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers,
The Pop Group,
Aural Exciters,
Davy DMX,
Fela Kuti,
The Cowsills,
Kurtis Blow,
X-101,
Vladislav Delay,
Barclay James Harvest,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funkadelic,
The Offenders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alison Limerick,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.