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 Comoros and from New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Hoover to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Erasure,
The Techniques,
Symarip,
The Blues Magoos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Unrelated Segments,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Schoolly D,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rod Modell,
Rapeman,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Black Dice,
John Holt,
Yazoo,
The Blackbyrds,
The Buckinghams,
Neu!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Idris Muhammad,
The Move,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delta 5,
Black Flag,
Nico,
Half Japanese,
Blossom Toes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Invisible,
Mission of Burma,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronan,
Joyce Sims,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dual Sessions,
Subhumans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sugar Minott,
Shoche,
Davy DMX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fad Gadget,
Das Ding,
Agitation Free,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Leaves,
Erykah Badu,
Roxette,
Arcadia,
Absolute Body Control,
Funkadelic,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monochrome Set,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.