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 the UAE and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 D'Angelo to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Bauhaus,
Silicon Teens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bronski Beat,
Supertramp,
Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Section 25,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dennis Brown,
The Angels of Light,
The Stooges,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donny Hathaway,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Smooth,
In Retrospect,
Erykah Badu,
Bob Dylan,
Country Teasers,
Youth Brigade,
Archie Shepp,
The Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Accadde A,
Faust,
The Music Machine,
Pole,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Tears for Fears,
FM Einheit,
Barbara Tucker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marmalade,
Second Layer,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deakin,
Television Personalities,
The Pop Group,
Magma,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Lynne,
Sandy B,
The Leaves,
Ossler,
The Barracudas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zapp,
Skaos,
F. McDonald,
Minor Threat,
Jerry's Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.