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 Georgia and from Bremen.
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 Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Excepter to the grunge 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scrapy,
Kayak,
Slick Rick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Invisible,
Rites of Spring,
Porter Ricks,
Adolescents,
Rotary Connection,
Rakim,
The Happenings,
Aswad,
Fugazi,
EPMD,
Metal Thangz,
Gabor Szabo,
Audionom,
Traffic Nightmare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Smog,
Rekid,
Schoolly D,
Marc Almond,
Second Layer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soulsonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
the Association,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lindisfarne,
the Normal,
The Walker Brothers,
Jandek,
Brand Nubian,
Maurizio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sam Rivers,
Eurythmics,
The Grass Roots,
The Associates,
X-102,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Smooth,
Babytalk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marmalade,
Hasil Adkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Underground Resistance,
Al Stewart,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.