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 Eritrea and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Pylon to the rap 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ken Boothe,
Altered Images,
The Monochrome Set,
Eve St. Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Womack,
The Gories,
The Victims,
Cameo,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Swans,
The Skatalites,
Throbbing Gristle,
Make Up,
Camberwell Now,
Alison Limerick,
The Techniques,
T.S.O.L.,
H. Thieme,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül II,
Howard Jones,
Hashim,
Roxy Music,
Television Personalities,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quando Quango,
Parry Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Names,
Loose Ends,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donald Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Amazonics,
Ten City,
Lakeside,
Pantytec,
Sam Rivers,
The Blues Magoos,
B.T. Express,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slackers,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bauhaus,
Brass Construction,
48th St. Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Camouflage,
Pierre Henry,
X-Ray Spex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roger Hodgson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Davy DMX,
Bluetip,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.