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 Honduras and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Absolute Body Control,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
The Residents,
Anakelly,
The Gun Club,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Mills,
The Selecter,
Grauzone,
Erasure,
The Associates,
FM Einheit,
Sandy B,
Animal Collective,
Bronski Beat,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
the Normal,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Style,
Anthony Braxton,
Yaz,
Fat Boys,
Dark Day,
MDC,
Nas,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultimate Spinach,
JFA,
Nick Fraelich,
Archie Shepp,
Altered Images,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
The Techniques,
Warren Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
Eddi Front,
Hasil Adkins,
One Last Wish,
The Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalann,
Morten Harket,
Underground Resistance,
The Durutti Column,
The Last Poets,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Terry,
Don Cherry,
The Moody Blues,
Cybotron,
Fatback Band,
Alphaville,
Minutemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.