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 Tunisia and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Mojo Men to the techno 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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aswad,
Eden Ahbez,
David McCallum,
Marine Girls,
Donald Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Enemy,
Moss Icon,
Hot Snakes,
Moebius,
DJ Sneak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brothers Johnson,
Blancmange,
Outsiders,
Reagan Youth,
Can,
The Doors,
Rod Modell,
The Monochrome Set,
FM Einheit,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers,
Goldenarms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Q and Not U,
Bush Tetras,
Ronnie Foster,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Green,
Pole,
The Vogues,
Masters at Work,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
48th St. Collective,
Qualms,
One Last Wish,
Danielle Patucci,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
The Velvet Underground,
Amazonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris & Cosey,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
B.T. Express,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Axelrod,
June of 44,
Ronan,
Wolf Eyes,
Model 500,
Sparks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.