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 East Timor and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Jacob Miller to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Motions,
Mandrill,
Darondo,
Youth Brigade,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Hood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
H. Thieme,
the Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slits,
X-102,
Public Enemy,
Con Funk Shun,
Tim Buckley,
Essential Logic,
Talk Talk,
Pantytec,
Excepter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sex Pistols,
Depeche Mode,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Tremeloes,
Section 25,
Maurizio,
Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
John Coltrane,
Ituana,
Pierre Henry,
John Holt,
The Durutti Column,
The Evens,
Camouflage,
Toni Rubio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barrington Levy,
A Certain Ratio,
MDC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott Heron,
The J.B.'s,
James White and The Blacks,
The Grass Roots,
kango's stein massive,
The Count Five,
the Germs,
Buzzcocks,
Roger Hodgson,
Rekid,
Kas Product,
Cameo,
The Buckinghams,
Guru Guru,
Arcadia,
Patti Smith,
The Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.