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 Sri Lanka and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Wally Richardson to the electroclash 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James White and The Blacks,
Fatback Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Barclay James Harvest,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Hill,
The American Breed,
Toni Rubio,
U.S. Maple,
Easy Going,
Minor Threat,
Gang Green,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eli Mardock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skriet,
Panda Bear,
Skarface,
Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Alton Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
Crash Course in Science,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jawbox,
Marmalade,
Shoche,
K-Klass,
Newcleus,
Donald Byrd,
Cameo,
The Durutti Column,
Judy Mowatt,
Scion,
Blake Baxter,
David Axelrod,
Moebius,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Eating Sloth,
David McCallum,
Camouflage,
The Slackers,
Wasted Youth,
LL Cool J,
The J.B.'s,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roger Hodgson,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Dolphy,
The Divine Comedy,
Byron Stingily,
The Litter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yusef Lateef,
Severed Heads,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.