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 Lithuania and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Sun Ra to the funk 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Eden Ahbez,
Rufus Thomas,
Rakim,
The Invisible,
Terry Callier,
Newcleus,
The Red Krayola,
The Searchers,
Nik Kershaw,
Faraquet,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Trojans,
Slave,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare,
The Walker Brothers,
Whodini,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Little Man,
Mo-Dettes,
The Misunderstood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reagan Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fatback Band,
Susan Cadogan,
The Offenders,
H. Thieme,
Arcadia,
The Star Department,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gerry Rafferty,
Laurel Aitken,
Mark Hollis,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Cale,
The Fugs,
Colin Newman,
Fat Boys,
Organ,
Tommy Roe,
Wolf Eyes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crooked Eye,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Leaves,
Dual Sessions,
Minor Threat,
Cybotron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.