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 Uzbekistan and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Young Marble Giants to the rock 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Funky Four + One,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Almond,
Rapeman,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Angels of Light,
Saccharine Trust,
Ituana,
Intrusion,
The Seeds,
ABC,
X-Ray Spex,
Motorama,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül,
Gang Starr,
The Gories,
Pantaleimon,
John Cale,
The Zeros,
Depeche Mode,
John Holt,
Mission of Burma,
Technova,
Patti Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Make Up,
Radio Birdman,
Liliput,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sugar Minott,
Scrapy,
Rosa Yemen,
48th St. Collective,
Wings,
Gang of Four,
Gabor Szabo,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sister Nancy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fall,
the Normal,
Don Cherry,
Organ,
The Smoke,
Television Personalities,
Barrington Levy,
Glenn Branca,
La Düsseldorf,
Josef K,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monochrome Set,
Excepter,
Trumans Water,
Y Pants,
Agent Orange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gichy Dan,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.