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 Cameroon and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 D'Angelo to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boredoms,
Andrew Hill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
the Germs,
John Holt,
Gichy Dan,
Visage,
Marvin Gaye,
Barbara Tucker,
EPMD,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Letta Mbulu,
Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Reagan Youth,
The Black Dice,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Velvet Underground,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiohead,
Junior Murvin,
Brand Nubian,
Black Moon,
Janne Schatter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Simply Red,
Hasil Adkins,
Unrelated Segments,
Connie Case,
A Certain Ratio,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Flash Fearless,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Hood,
Blancmange,
Godley & Creme,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Aaron Thompson,
Joy Division,
Rod Modell,
Glenn Branca,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pussy Galore,
Scan 7,
Iggy Pop,
Brass Construction,
Liliput,
The Gladiators,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Victims,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.