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 Djibouti and from London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marmalade,
Radio Birdman,
The Mojo Men,
The Dirtbombs,
One Last Wish,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Residents,
Kaleidoscope,
Easy Going,
The Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
the Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Dawn Penn,
Soulsonic Force,
Symarip,
Duran Duran,
Stetsasonic,
The Evens,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Porter Ricks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barrington Levy,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cramps,
Qualms,
Model 500,
Sugar Minott,
Wally Richardson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Clear Light,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anakelly,
Masters at Work,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fall,
Oblivians,
Black Flag,
Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ituana,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Piero Umiliani,
Kas Product,
Kurtis Blow,
B.T. Express,
Glambeats Corp.,
Carl Craig,
Pantaleimon,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.