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 Bangladesh and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pylon to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
John Lydon,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
UT,
Gang Starr,
Excepter,
Warsaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fatback Band,
John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Neon Judgement,
LL Cool J,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shoche,
cv313,
Dawn Penn,
Gichy Dan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Inner City,
John Holt,
Moss Icon,
Barbara Tucker,
John Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
New Age Steppers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Skaos,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Foxx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lower 48,
Gabor Szabo,
Con Funk Shun,
Idris Muhammad,
Rites of Spring,
PIL,
8 Eyed Spy,
Newcleus,
Black Sheep,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Techniques,
The Fugs,
The Raincoats,
Althea and Donna,
James White and The Blacks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cybotron,
X-101,
JFA,
Godley & Creme,
Ten City,
Dual Sessions,
Michelle Simonal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.