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 Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 The Real Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Tears for Fears,
the Bar-Kays,
Amazonics,
Metal Thangz,
In Retrospect,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacob Miller,
Mr. Review,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marine Girls,
Livin' Joy,
The Happenings,
B.T. Express,
Section 25,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The United States of America,
Swans,
Eddi Front,
Cluster,
Excepter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ralphi Rosario,
Intrusion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masters at Work,
Gang Starr,
PIL,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick Morgan,
Ice-T,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Prince Buster,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed,
Parry Music,
Can,
The Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
Vladislav Delay,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fuzztones,
Nico,
Alton Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Joy Division,
Public Enemy,
the Sonics,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alison Limerick,
Lower 48,
Angry Samoans,
Magma,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.