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 Venezuela and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Schoolly D,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kenny Larkin,
R.M.O.,
Eve St. Jones,
David McCallum,
Organ,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joyce Sims,
The Kinks,
Au Pairs,
Pulsallama,
Boredoms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sister Nancy,
The Cramps,
The Grass Roots,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
Donny Hathaway,
Marvin Gaye,
Brand Nubian,
Panda Bear,
Arthur Verocai,
Blake Baxter,
Minor Threat,
Soft Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
cv313,
The Gap Band,
Carl Craig,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Cybotron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dave Gahan,
Fela Kuti,
Scientists,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The American Breed,
Cameo,
Inner City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Techniques,
Agitation Free,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Sparks,
The Dead C,
Altered Images,
Joey Negro,
Silicon Teens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deadbeat,
Khruangbin,
The Real Kids,
Minutemen,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.