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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Max Romeo to the disco 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Style,
The Beau Brummels,
The Grass Roots,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arab on Radar,
Outsiders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Main Source,
Hardrive,
Eden Ahbez,
Steve Hackett,
Oneida,
Japan,
Stetsasonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warren Ellis,
Excepter,
Yaz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Toni Rubio,
Prince Buster,
T.S.O.L.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joyce Sims,
Grauzone,
Vainqueur,
Kerrie Biddell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantytec,
Interpol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
OOIOO,
Anakelly,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Copeland,
Von Mondo,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pop Group,
World's Most,
Suicide,
Minny Pops,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
June of 44,
Erasure,
Deepchord,
Boredoms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Altered Images,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.