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 Norway and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moebius,
Mad Mike,
Monks,
The Martian,
Flash Fearless,
Half Japanese,
Nils Olav,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June of 44,
Erykah Badu,
The Gories,
DNA,
Erasure,
Sound Behaviour,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sound,
Slick Rick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yusef Lateef,
Can,
H. Thieme,
Supertramp,
Easy Going,
Harmonia,
Archie Shepp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Index,
Niagra,
The Slits,
The Motions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
D'Angelo,
Banda Bassotti,
The Standells,
The Smiths,
The Invisible,
The Grass Roots,
The Dirtbombs,
Panda Bear,
K-Klass,
Parry Music,
Brick,
Pantytec,
Bang On A Can,
Rod Modell,
Lungfish,
The Move,
The Cure,
Prince Buster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Don Cherry,
Marc Almond,
Chris Corsano,
The Stooges,
The Pretty Things,
Shuggie Otis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cramps,
Arthur Verocai,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.