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 China and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Judy Mowatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Trumans Water,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Real Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalann,
Barry Ungar,
Skriet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Colin Newman,
Al Stewart,
Freddie Wadling,
Rekid,
Dead Boys,
Easy Going,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Skarface,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aswad,
Pylon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry's Kids,
Simply Red,
Aural Exciters,
Fela Kuti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Ohio Players,
The Blackbyrds,
Prince Buster,
Fad Gadget,
Brick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Michelle Simonal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alice Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
Idris Muhammad,
Blancmange,
Theoretical Girls,
Scrapy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-101,
Black Sheep,
Camouflage,
Kerrie Biddell,
Niagra,
Sparks,
Arab on Radar,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.