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 Qatar and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Neil Young to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Oneida,
Carl Craig,
Drexciya,
Lower 48,
Siglo XX,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Wells,
Glenn Branca,
Don Cherry,
The Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
John Foxx,
Spandau Ballet,
Albert Ayler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doors,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed,
Rakim,
MC5,
Funky Four + One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yusef Lateef,
John Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
ABBA,
The Durutti Column,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris Corsano,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harry Pussy,
The Birthday Party,
The Zeros,
Todd Terry,
The Blues Magoos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hasil Adkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dark Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liliput,
Cymande,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Surgeon,
Brand Nubian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Sheep,
Peter and Kerry,
Section 25,
The Last Poets,
The Invisible,
Japan,
Motorama,
Freddie Wadling,
Ken Boothe,
The Walker Brothers,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.