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 Tanzania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Todd Rundgren to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Count Five,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mojo Men,
the Bar-Kays,
La Düsseldorf,
Absolute Body Control,
Sight & Sound,
The Saints,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sound,
Public Enemy,
Mars,
Livin' Joy,
Davy DMX,
The Knickerbockers,
Cymande,
Aloha Tigers,
Lakeside,
The Remains,
Fear,
One Last Wish,
The Fuzztones,
Marmalade,
Crime,
Minny Pops,
Public Image Ltd.,
Franke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moby Grape,
The United States of America,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Youth Brigade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camouflage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Smooth,
Section 25,
The Busters,
Junior Murvin,
Pantaleimon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Association,
In Retrospect,
Minutemen,
The Leaves,
World's Most,
Marine Girls,
Boredoms,
Goldenarms,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fugs,
Icehouse,
Ituana,
Arthur Verocai,
The Vogues,
Chris Corsano,
Wings,
Morten Harket,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.