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 Tuvalu and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Letta Mbulu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smiths,
Pere Ubu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Martian,
Laurel Aitken,
Stiv Bators,
The Invisible,
World's Most,
The Saints,
The Mummies,
the Normal,
Graham Central Station,
Make Up,
The Modern Lovers,
Altered Images,
Ten City,
Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Yellowson,
Easy Going,
Half Japanese,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mad Mike,
The Mojo Men,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Wyatt,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fall,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tres Demented,
Hoover,
The Names,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Enemy,
Y Pants,
Pussy Galore,
Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Aswad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gories,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Urselle,
Roxette,
Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
Essential Logic,
Glenn Branca,
Radio Birdman,
Nils Olav,
The Dead C,
The Litter,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Searchers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.