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 Ghana and from Toronto.
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 Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crooked Eye,
MDC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultra Naté,
Jeru the Damaja,
David McCallum,
Roxette,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Near,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eurythmics,
Jerry's Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fugs,
Joensuu 1685,
The Real Kids,
Visage,
Soul II Soul,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Copeland,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faust,
Unwound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter and Kerry,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flipper,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harmonia,
Hashim,
New Age Steppers,
Hot Snakes,
Scan 7,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yellowson,
Lyres,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Anthony Braxton,
The Red Krayola,
Sun City Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronan,
James White and The Blacks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Wyatt,
Arcadia,
Dave Gahan,
Joyce Sims,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.