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 South Africa and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 KRS-One to the techno 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Q65,
Bluetip,
Flipper,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Near,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ituana,
Excepter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Massinfluence,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Happenings,
Duran Duran,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marine Girls,
The Trojans,
Maurizio,
Letta Mbulu,
Qualms,
Lou Christie,
The Barracudas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bauhaus,
Funky Four + One,
The Walker Brothers,
Boredoms,
The Move,
Hashim,
The Victims,
Fatback Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eddi Front,
Gang Starr,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Depeche Mode,
Alice Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Enemy,
Hot Snakes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unwound,
Eric Copeland,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
X-102,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Five Americans,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultravox,
Patti Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Donald Byrd,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.