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 Zambia and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Lonnie Liston Smith 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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Hardrive,
The Raincoats,
Minutemen,
the Soft Cell,
Fear,
KRS-One,
In Retrospect,
Shoche,
Sun Ra,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
The United States of America,
Motorama,
Scrapy,
Minnie Riperton,
Warsaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Little Man,
Archie Shepp,
The Gories,
Skarface,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
B.T. Express,
The Mojo Men,
Section 25,
The Offenders,
Accadde A,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ornette Coleman,
Hoover,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang On A Can,
The Count Five,
Pantaleimon,
One Last Wish,
Altered Images,
Eric Dolphy,
kango's stein massive,
The Human League,
the Swans,
Newcleus,
Intrusion,
Thompson Twins,
Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
Country Teasers,
10cc,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stetsasonic,
Scion,
ABC,
Cymande,
Ten City,
Tears for Fears,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.