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 Ivory Coast and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Machine,
Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sight & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aloha Tigers,
Panda Bear,
Rekid,
Crash Course in Science,
Stetsasonic,
Ken Boothe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Isaac Hayes,
Alphaville,
Ronnie Foster,
Porter Ricks,
Marmalade,
Carl Craig,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fluxion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vainqueur,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy Collins,
The Black Dice,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
EPMD,
Aswad,
Deakin,
Henry Cow,
Cal Tjader,
Joey Negro,
the Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
Television Personalities,
Warren Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
This Heat,
Black Sheep,
Underground Resistance,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythm & Sound,
Animal Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris Corsano,
Man Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Juan Atkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Sherman,
World's Most,
Cluster,
Livin' Joy,
T.S.O.L.,
Eli Mardock,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.