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 Dominica and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen 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?
Aswad,
Kerrie Biddell,
Theoretical Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Bauhaus,
Morten Harket,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Piero Umiliani,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glambeats Corp.,
CMW,
E-Dancer,
Peter & Gordon,
Davy DMX,
The Remains,
X-102,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
B.T. Express,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camouflage,
Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Leaves,
Tom Boy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy Collins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Machine,
Ohio Players,
Laurel Aitken,
Duran Duran,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joyce Sims,
Neu!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dirtbombs,
World's Most,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nas,
Desert Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Chrome,
In Retrospect,
Cecil Taylor,
Rapeman,
Max Romeo,
Donald Byrd,
Lakeside,
Gang Gang Dance,
T.S.O.L.,
New Age Steppers,
Ponytail,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.