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 Congo and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jerry's Kids 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Groovy Waters,
Mission of Burma,
Black Pus,
Marc Almond,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lucky Dragons,
Technova,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Near,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Green,
The Golliwogs,
The Gories,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Animal Collective,
The Stooges,
UT,
X-Ray Spex,
Dark Day,
Quando Quango,
The Wake,
Lou Christie,
Mandrill,
Jawbox,
The Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed,
Morten Harket,
Essential Logic,
Ludus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Supertramp,
JFA,
Pere Ubu,
Stiv Bators,
Make Up,
Pantytec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Isaac Hayes,
Quantec,
Lungfish,
LL Cool J,
The Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Agent Orange,
Angry Samoans,
The Martian,
48th St. Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stetsasonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.