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 Jordan and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Kerri Chandler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Index,
Lucky Dragons,
Model 500,
Boz Scaggs,
Boredoms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kayak,
a-ha,
Matthew Halsall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maurizio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
The Leaves,
Outsiders,
Yaz,
Moss Icon,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doors,
Main Source,
The Victims,
The American Breed,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonic Youth,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers,
Simply Red,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
John Holt,
Ten City,
Rapeman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MDC,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camouflage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
D'Angelo,
The Birthday Party,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Guru Guru,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Count Five,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
10cc,
Mars,
Black Sheep,
the Human League,
Joe Finger,
The Saints,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Clarke,
Q and Not U,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.