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 Uganda and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soul II Soul to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Searchers,
ABBA,
The Count Five,
Scrapy,
Andrew Hill,
Roxette,
The Young Rascals,
Y Pants,
OOIOO,
Das Ding,
Sex Pistols,
The Real Kids,
Fugazi,
Maurizio,
Piero Umiliani,
Sparks,
The Black Dice,
Eve St. Jones,
Drexciya,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moody Blues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Subhumans,
Kerri Chandler,
June of 44,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Association,
Can,
Fat Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Joey Negro,
JFA,
Boz Scaggs,
Index,
Adolescents,
Pantytec,
Man Eating Sloth,
Connie Case,
New Age Steppers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Khruangbin,
Minny Pops,
Sun City Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Wells,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Wasted Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Bourne,
Kayak,
Harmonia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.