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 Spain and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Lindisfarne to the funk 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Suburban Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
The Fall,
Sister Nancy,
Agent Orange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rufus Thomas,
the Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Judy Mowatt,
Blancmange,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stockholm Monsters,
Khruangbin,
Supertramp,
Sound Behaviour,
The Birthday Party,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Leaves,
Ossler,
AZ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scientists,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Moon,
Deepchord,
Gichy Dan,
David McCallum,
Ice-T,
Crime,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zero Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Public Enemy,
Silicon Teens,
Mandrill,
Yusef Lateef,
John Foxx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crash Course in Science,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Busters,
Althea and Donna,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Victims,
Ronan,
Make Up,
The Remains,
MDC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magazine,
Roxette,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.