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 Kazakhstan and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cameo to the dance 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Rotary Connection,
Sugar Minott,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gladiators,
Fat Boys,
Moss Icon,
New Order,
The Techniques,
Gang Starr,
Arab on Radar,
the Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yellowson,
Terry Callier,
Cal Tjader,
Sonic Youth,
Urselle,
Hashim,
The Invisible,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Fraelich,
Spoonie Gee,
Cheater Slicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Music Machine,
The Human League,
The Birthday Party,
Radio Birdman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dennis Brown,
Technova,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doors,
Maleditus Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kas Product,
Can,
E-Dancer,
Public Image Ltd.,
PIL,
Mandrill,
Bobby Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Oneida,
The Gap Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Vladislav Delay,
Pole,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young,
Eddi Front,
Kerri Chandler,
The J.B.'s,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slackers,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.