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 Korea North and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 kango's stein massive to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Little Man,
Wally Richardson,
Tom Boy,
Max Romeo,
Unwound,
Dave Gahan,
The Pretty Things,
Absolute Body Control,
Infiniti,
Mantronix,
The Angels of Light,
Bronski Beat,
Banda Bassotti,
Freddie Wadling,
Pagans,
Sonic Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Mo-Dettes,
Bauhaus,
John Holt,
Leonard Cohen,
Donald Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slackers,
Amazonics,
This Heat,
Simply Red,
Goldenarms,
The Fuzztones,
Whodini,
Todd Terry,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Saints,
Deepchord,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blossom Toes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Archie Shepp,
Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Flag,
the Normal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Age Steppers,
Gong,
B.T. Express,
The Blackbyrds,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Invisible,
Newcleus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Piero Umiliani,
Yusef Lateef,
The Misunderstood,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.