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 Guyana and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alarm Clocks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pere Ubu,
The New Christs,
Tommy Roe,
Surgeon,
Kenny Larkin,
These Immortal Souls,
Fatback Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
U.S. Maple,
Oneida,
Michelle Simonal,
Bronski Beat,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Near,
Colin Newman,
OOIOO,
Bang On A Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dennis Brown,
Moby Grape,
The Star Department,
Ten City,
Royal Trux,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Blake Baxter,
The Monks,
Juan Atkins,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Popol Vuh,
Donald Byrd,
Ituana,
A Certain Ratio,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra,
The Index,
Harmonia,
Nik Kershaw,
Hot Snakes,
Danielle Patucci,
Archie Shepp,
Suburban Knight,
Talk Talk,
Intrusion,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Bourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alphaville,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacob Miller,
The Seeds,
The Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Clear Light,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.