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 Kiribati and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Toni Rubio to the jazz 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Cal Tjader,
Silicon Teens,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers,
These Immortal Souls,
Camouflage,
Gang of Four,
The Remains,
Hoover,
The Golliwogs,
Pere Ubu,
Television,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra,
Soul II Soul,
The Barracudas,
Ossler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Ken Boothe,
Magma,
Matthew Halsall,
Deadbeat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Bananas,
Sun City Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Rundgren,
Fluxion,
The Five Americans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Whodini,
Bluetip,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Standells,
Sex Pistols,
Colin Newman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Albert Ayler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Main Source,
Sound Behaviour,
Agitation Free,
The Selecter,
Shuggie Otis,
Joy Division,
Yellowson,
Hardrive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Saccharine Trust,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
a-ha,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fortunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Fad Gadget,
Grauzone,
Minor Threat,
David Bowie,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.