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 Sweden 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Archie Shepp to the techno 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Bluetip,
Soul II Soul,
The Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Pantytec,
Henry Cow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skriet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Main Source,
Lou Christie,
the Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Mandrill,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül,
Rapeman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Buckinghams,
Alton Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
the Germs,
PIL,
Liliput,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
China Crisis,
Magazine,
The Knickerbockers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Saints,
Derrick Morgan,
Bob Dylan,
Grauzone,
Robert Hood,
Young Marble Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Almond,
Barrington Levy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MDC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hardrive,
Neil Young,
Zero Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
June of 44,
Lucky Dragons,
Zapp,
Peter and Kerry,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dawn Penn,
Amazonics,
Parry Music,
Stiv Bators,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.