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 Mexico and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blossom Toes to the crunk 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Association,
Harry Pussy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed,
Byron Stingily,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moebius,
Carl Craig,
Fela Kuti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Copeland,
PIL,
Gabor Szabo,
Siglo XX,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers,
the Human League,
Fear,
Stetsasonic,
Underground Resistance,
Brand Nubian,
Von Mondo,
Quantec,
The Velvet Underground,
The Saints,
Bad Manners,
Nick Fraelich,
Hardrive,
Erasure,
The Busters,
Kurtis Blow,
Nils Olav,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tubeway Army,
Young Marble Giants,
Pulsallama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Niagra,
Sugar Minott,
The Evens,
Rakim,
Das Ding,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cameo,
Inner City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Surgeon,
Malaria!,
Neil Young,
The Monks,
the Germs,
Jeff Mills,
The Gories,
Kas Product,
Darondo,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.