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 Liberia and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 10cc to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Hashim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joensuu 1685,
Infiniti,
Man Parrish,
Yellowson,
Laurel Aitken,
Juan Atkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Bar-Kays,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
Angry Samoans,
Ken Boothe,
Moby Grape,
New York Dolls,
Inner City,
Blossom Toes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siglo XX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Star Department,
The Slackers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Malaria!,
Dave Gahan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Connie Case,
The Neon Judgement,
Minor Threat,
Wolf Eyes,
Blake Baxter,
Unwound,
Soft Cell,
The Evens,
Little Man,
Glambeats Corp.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül II,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dave Clark Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Young Marble Giants,
Faust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris Corsano,
Drexciya,
June of 44,
The Sound,
Roxy Music,
Magazine,
JFA,
The Five Americans,
Fad Gadget,
Toni Rubio,
Tres Demented,
Judy Mowatt,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.