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 Cyprus and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Warsaw to the electroclash 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
UT,
John Holt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sällskapet,
Kenny Larkin,
Scrapy,
The Toasters,
Fatback Band,
The Gun Club,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shoche,
Average White Band,
The Smoke,
Skriet,
Lakeside,
Barrington Levy,
Roger Hodgson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Niagra,
James White and The Blacks,
Yusef Lateef,
Royal Trux,
The Remains,
Surgeon,
The Searchers,
Hardrive,
The Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rekid,
Colin Newman,
AZ,
The Vogues,
Gichy Dan,
Cluster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare,
Sound Behaviour,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dark Day,
Procol Harum,
Khruangbin,
E-Dancer,
Morten Harket,
Yellowson,
The Blues Magoos,
Arcadia,
Dawn Penn,
Minor Threat,
Don Cherry,
Quantec,
Smog,
John Lydon,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.