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 Slovakia and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Stooges to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Max Romeo,
The Gladiators,
Lindisfarne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultimate Spinach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
This Heat,
Bizarre Inc.,
PIL,
China Crisis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Y Pants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Popol Vuh,
Skriet,
Fear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Connie Case,
Kenny Larkin,
Darondo,
June of 44,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young,
Goldenarms,
Eve St. Jones,
The Victims,
Organ,
June Days,
Pylon,
Whodini,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Modern Lovers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Green,
Shoche,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Axelrod,
Fad Gadget,
Section 25,
Kaleidoscope,
David Bowie,
Ice-T,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Names,
The Star Department,
Erykah Badu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Metal Thangz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Can,
LL Cool J,
Joensuu 1685,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lyres,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.