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 Peru and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang Green to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Christie,
Bill Near,
Cecil Taylor,
The Barracudas,
Nirvana,
Television Personalities,
The Birthday Party,
Supertramp,
Motorama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nils Olav,
The Tremeloes,
Black Moon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Golliwogs,
Blake Baxter,
PIL,
Nas,
Barry Ungar,
Whodini,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Carl Craig,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
The New Christs,
Technova,
Procol Harum,
Prince Buster,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang of Four,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hardrive,
Au Pairs,
Interpol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June Days,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wire,
Agitation Free,
Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Laurel Aitken,
Ossler,
Magazine,
Leonard Cohen,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Halsall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
JFA,
Sound Behaviour,
Porter Ricks,
Anakelly,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Parry Music,
Mr. Review,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.