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 Ukraine and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Banda Bassotti to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The American Breed,
Y Pants,
Nick Fraelich,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
PIL,
Pylon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül II,
John Lydon,
John Cale,
Black Sheep,
Black Bananas,
Blancmange,
Ice-T,
Severed Heads,
Babytalk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick May,
Sugar Minott,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Offenders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shuggie Otis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blossom Toes,
Silicon Teens,
Rufus Thomas,
The Selecter,
Groovy Waters,
James White and The Blacks,
Fatback Band,
Excepter,
Jacob Miller,
The Smiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Near,
The Trojans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delta 5,
Michelle Simonal,
The Toasters,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Buckinghams,
Scrapy,
Clear Light,
Barry Ungar,
Tubeway Army,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Don Cherry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.