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 Bolivia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Janne Schatter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cramps,
Gichy Dan,
Carl Craig,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül II,
Malaria!,
Robert Wyatt,
Interpol,
The Doors,
The Happenings,
Rosa Yemen,
Quantec,
Steve Hackett,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Birthday Party,
Donny Hathaway,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Newcleus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grauzone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Organ,
X-101,
Joe Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Al Stewart,
Accadde A,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yaz,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultra Naté,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Japan,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fire Engines,
Josef K,
Robert Hood,
Excepter,
Bill Near,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Danielle Patucci,
Harry Pussy,
The Sound,
Easy Going,
Chris & Cosey,
U.S. Maple,
Nas,
the Slits,
Popol Vuh,
T. Rex,
the Association,
Arab on Radar,
Technova,
Massinfluence,
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.