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 Laos and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Motions to the punk 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Von Mondo,
48th St. Collective,
Grey Daturas,
Kerri Chandler,
Anthony Braxton,
Sister Nancy,
A Certain Ratio,
Infiniti,
Steve Hackett,
Royal Trux,
Sonic Youth,
MC5,
Al Stewart,
The Gap Band,
The Stooges,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rekid,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Searchers,
Deakin,
Japan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun City Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Terry Callier,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Velvet Underground,
Half Japanese,
Faraquet,
Lucky Dragons,
Scientists,
Gang Starr,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joyce Sims,
The Gories,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marcia Griffiths,
EPMD,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Gichy Dan,
Audionom,
This Heat,
Organ,
The Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
MDC,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Isaac Hayes,
Tres Demented,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funky Four + One,
Sugar Minott,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.