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 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Sun City Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Ludus,
Bronski Beat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gabor Szabo,
Pussy Galore,
Bauhaus,
Hashim,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sällskapet,
Tim Buckley,
Oneida,
kango's stein massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Saints,
Slick Rick,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Hill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ten City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Average White Band,
Blossom Toes,
Lower 48,
Television Personalities,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agent Orange,
Duran Duran,
Easy Going,
Liliput,
Boredoms,
Sex Pistols,
Y Pants,
This Heat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Babytalk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thee Headcoats,
Don Cherry,
Schoolly D,
Radio Birdman,
Barry Ungar,
Tres Demented,
Man Eating Sloth,
Letta Mbulu,
Wally Richardson,
Funkadelic,
Blake Baxter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yusef Lateef,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.