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 Namibia and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Spandau Ballet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Second Layer,
The Velvet Underground,
Mo-Dettes,
Danielle Patucci,
Reagan Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Sparks,
Eve St. Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
UT,
the Human League,
The Stooges,
The Busters,
Soulsonic Force,
Pagans,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cameo,
Al Stewart,
48th St. Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Y Pants,
Moss Icon,
Guru Guru,
Desert Stars,
Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
Bauhaus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Patti Smith,
Pylon,
The Birthday Party,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moody Blues,
Moebius,
Fatback Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doors,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Sneak,
The Wake,
A Certain Ratio,
David Bowie,
Audionom,
Wire,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiohead,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Byron Stingily,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Starr,
The Cure,
Subhumans,
Slick Rick,
Wally Richardson,
Judy Mowatt,
The Leaves,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Wells,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.