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 Bahrain and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Fela Kuti to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Radiohead,
Eden Ahbez,
Lyres,
This Heat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skaos,
Camberwell Now,
Kurtis Blow,
Depeche Mode,
Agent Orange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
R.M.O.,
MDC,
Sex Pistols,
Joensuu 1685,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deadbeat,
Aswad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fad Gadget,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thee Headcoats,
Bush Tetras,
Ronan,
John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camouflage,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minny Pops,
Hot Snakes,
Roxette,
Trumans Water,
Flipper,
Nirvana,
Little Man,
The Techniques,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Mills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Associates,
Eric Dolphy,
Hasil Adkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Carl Craig,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Black Flag,
Fatback Band,
The Leaves,
Ultravox,
Scratch Acid,
Con Funk Shun,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Star Department,
Gichy Dan,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.