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 Georgia and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Lou Christie to the punk 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Das Ding,
Soft Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Seeds,
Harmonia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amazonics,
T. Rex,
Camberwell Now,
Little Man,
PIL,
Eric Dolphy,
Alphaville,
Procol Harum,
Harry Pussy,
Black Sheep,
Slave,
Mars,
Eli Mardock,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick Morgan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Human League,
Prince Buster,
X-101,
The Litter,
Main Source,
In Retrospect,
Lakeside,
Ken Boothe,
Flash Fearless,
Minutemen,
Brothers Johnson,
Porter Ricks,
The Monochrome Set,
Interpol,
Donny Hathaway,
Babytalk,
Fela Kuti,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agitation Free,
David McCallum,
Youth Brigade,
Country Teasers,
Pantytec,
Tom Boy,
Nils Olav,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cowsills,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.