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 Denmark and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 kango's stein massive to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Sonic Youth,
The Skatalites,
Marc Almond,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Green,
Neu!,
Scan 7,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Mills,
Ken Boothe,
China Crisis,
Archie Shepp,
Stiv Bators,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-101,
Little Man,
Michelle Simonal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Don Cherry,
The Cure,
Eden Ahbez,
Funkadelic,
Chris & Cosey,
The Saints,
Harpers Bizarre,
Second Layer,
Icehouse,
Prince Buster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Last Poets,
Outsiders,
Crime,
Gregory Isaacs,
Toni Rubio,
Minnie Riperton,
Make Up,
The Toasters,
Rosa Yemen,
Leonard Cohen,
Essential Logic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minor Threat,
The Music Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Rod Modell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joensuu 1685,
Spandau Ballet,
Wasted Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra,
Donny Hathaway,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.