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 Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Talk Talk to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Ralphi Rosario,
Loose Ends,
Slick Rick,
Hoover,
One Last Wish,
Jacob Miller,
The Music Machine,
MC5,
Minnie Riperton,
L. Decosne,
Visage,
Alice Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monochrome Set,
John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funkadelic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pretty Things,
Henry Cow,
R.M.O.,
The Red Krayola,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Copeland,
Lakeside,
Alton Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Pierre Henry,
John Lydon,
Y Pants,
Grauzone,
The Associates,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Godley & Creme,
Minutemen,
Siglo XX,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stiv Bators,
Rapeman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Buckinghams,
The Neon Judgement,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dave Gahan,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Pus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Teasers,
Monks,
Aswad,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.