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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amon Düül II to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
the Association,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Bar-Kays,
Yazoo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Last Poets,
Laurel Aitken,
Infiniti,
Flipper,
The Grass Roots,
Ultravox,
The Smoke,
U.S. Maple,
Roxette,
Barry Ungar,
Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacques Brel,
Albert Ayler,
Absolute Body Control,
Goldenarms,
Dead Boys,
Todd Terry,
Glenn Branca,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brass Construction,
Soft Machine,
Depeche Mode,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ornette Coleman,
Drexciya,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Mills,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Searchers,
The Wake,
Cheater Slicks,
Davy DMX,
Deepchord,
Saccharine Trust,
The Kinks,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bush Tetras,
Barrington Levy,
Ultimate Spinach,
T.S.O.L.,
Sister Nancy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.