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 Latvia 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed 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 Morten Harket to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Archie Shepp,
Rufus Thomas,
K-Klass,
Mandrill,
DJ Style,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skarface,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick Morgan,
Al Stewart,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul II Soul,
David Axelrod,
Laurel Aitken,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott Heron,
Malaria!,
Sandy B,
Qualms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Rotary Connection,
Charles Mingus,
Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
The Count Five,
Drexciya,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The J.B.'s,
Eve St. Jones,
Amazonics,
Popol Vuh,
Aaron Thompson,
Ponytail,
Spandau Ballet,
The Associates,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fugazi,
Quantec,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Buckinghams,
Yaz,
The Fall,
Blake Baxter,
John Lydon,
Talk Talk,
Eurythmics,
The Moody Blues,
The Gories,
Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Clarke,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.