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 Kenya and from Madrid.
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 Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Barrington Levy to the crunk 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Oblivians,
D'Angelo,
The Buckinghams,
Minor Threat,
Los Fastidios,
Talk Talk,
The Cure,
Angry Samoans,
Mantronix,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacques Brel,
Alphaville,
Faust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
Sugar Minott,
The Trojans,
World's Most,
Michelle Simonal,
Rotary Connection,
Brick,
Donald Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Dual Sessions,
Marvin Gaye,
Soulsonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
Archie Shepp,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
Radio Birdman,
JFA,
The Black Dice,
Jandek,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tres Demented,
Buzzcocks,
Rekid,
Drexciya,
Cymande,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joensuu 1685,
Joy Division,
Thompson Twins,
The Golliwogs,
The Mojo Men,
The Barracudas,
Swell Maps,
Maleditus Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zero Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.