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 Germany and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Qualms to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Stereo Dub,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick May,
Royal Trux,
Bill Near,
The Tremeloes,
The Trojans,
DNA,
Iggy Pop,
Trumans Water,
Excepter,
Magma,
Josef K,
The Residents,
KRS-One,
Country Teasers,
The Associates,
James White and The Blacks,
The Litter,
Rosa Yemen,
Minor Threat,
Robert Wyatt,
Scan 7,
Eddi Front,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arcadia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
In Retrospect,
Jawbox,
Lindisfarne,
the Bar-Kays,
Eurythmics,
Q and Not U,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-101,
Hot Snakes,
Skaos,
Model 500,
Thompson Twins,
Babytalk,
Funkadelic,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Walker Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Mills,
the Human League,
The Toasters,
Fat Boys,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Smog,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New York Dolls,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.