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 Kiribati and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Andrew Hill to the rap 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
OOIOO,
James White and The Blacks,
Silicon Teens,
Radiohead,
Ice-T,
Rod Modell,
Gabor Szabo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boz Scaggs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siglo XX,
The Wake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Iggy Pop,
Schoolly D,
John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Coltrane,
Hoover,
Livin' Joy,
Anthony Braxton,
MC5,
a-ha,
Blake Baxter,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Residents,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül II,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronnie Foster,
Lower 48,
Country Teasers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ken Boothe,
June of 44,
Monolake,
Stetsasonic,
Ituana,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick May,
Inner City,
Grey Daturas,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Godley & Creme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jimmy McGriff,
Main Source,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Flag,
Ohio Players,
Eli Mardock,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.