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 Jamaica and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 John Coltrane to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Zapp,
Bobby Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funkadelic,
Television,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terry Callier,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stiv Bators,
MC5,
Quando Quango,
Bang On A Can,
Alphaville,
Cheater Slicks,
Loose Ends,
Eddi Front,
Ultra Naté,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxette,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Parry Music,
Wire,
AZ,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Hoover,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Main Source,
Panda Bear,
Black Moon,
Sex Pistols,
Mr. Review,
cv313,
Sandy B,
the Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
Youth Brigade,
ABBA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang of Four,
Warsaw,
The Evens,
Hardrive,
Scan 7,
Sonic Youth,
Siglo XX,
Gang Starr,
Ken Boothe,
Simply Red,
Franke,
Lightning Bolt,
Brass Construction,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.