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 Nicaragua and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Swans to the rap 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arcadia,
Matthew Bourne,
Easy Going,
Marvin Gaye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kas Product,
Reuben Wilson,
Suicide,
Yusef Lateef,
MDC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ken Boothe,
Scan 7,
Slick Rick,
Section 25,
Yaz,
The Cure,
The Busters,
Liliput,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fuzztones,
Ludus,
Angry Samoans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dead C,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Star Department,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronan,
The Smoke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Technova,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eli Mardock,
The Seeds,
Ice-T,
Audionom,
a-ha,
Dark Day,
The Index,
The Stooges,
ABBA,
Pole,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brand Nubian,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
The Durutti Column,
Radio Birdman,
Newcleus,
Icehouse,
Albert Ayler,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.