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 Kosovo and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Ken Boothe to the crunk 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Johnny Clarke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q and Not U,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rosa Yemen,
Funkadelic,
Con Funk Shun,
Chrome,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Almond,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
Leonard Cohen,
Godley & Creme,
Darondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Near,
Peter & Gordon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Das Ding,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang On A Can,
The Move,
The Zeros,
Charles Mingus,
The Beau Brummels,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Easy Going,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Green,
The Buckinghams,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy Collins,
Al Stewart,
Soft Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Neu!,
The Gories,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Colin Newman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dead Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Qualms,
Stiv Bators,
The Cowsills,
the Slits,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.