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 Papua New Guinea 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rock 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moleskins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crime,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
E-Dancer,
The Angels of Light,
Fad Gadget,
Byron Stingily,
Mandrill,
Oneida,
The Offenders,
Zero Boys,
Loose Ends,
The Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül II,
Sister Nancy,
Youth Brigade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marvin Gaye,
David McCallum,
The Litter,
Spandau Ballet,
Alton Ellis,
The Move,
The Pretty Things,
the Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Buzzcocks,
Black Flag,
The Dead C,
Minnie Riperton,
Masters at Work,
The Modern Lovers,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Axelrod,
Vainqueur,
the Swans,
Massinfluence,
Tom Boy,
Flash Fearless,
The Gladiators,
The American Breed,
Fela Kuti,
B.T. Express,
T. Rex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Bowie,
Little Man,
Sparks,
Maurizio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cramps,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funkadelic,
Blancmange,
Bang On A Can,
Pierre Henry,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.