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 Bulgaria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Sheep,
Nick Fraelich,
The Star Department,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pussy Galore,
Joy Division,
The Dirtbombs,
Eli Mardock,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cheater Slicks,
Bob Dylan,
Toni Rubio,
Underground Resistance,
F. McDonald,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker,
X-102,
Aswad,
The Fugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
KRS-One,
Cymande,
The Velvet Underground,
Flash Fearless,
K-Klass,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Basic Channel,
Boredoms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Intrusion,
Jeff Lynne,
Youth Brigade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Franke,
Eve St. Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Massinfluence,
Max Romeo,
China Crisis,
Cecil Taylor,
X-101,
The New Christs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Whodini,
The Raincoats,
Royal Trux,
Loose Ends,
Dawn Penn,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.