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 Marshall Islands and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Seeds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Faraquet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brick,
Barbara Tucker,
Excepter,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Sonics,
Supertramp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Prince Buster,
Blossom Toes,
Deepchord,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doors,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terry Callier,
Talk Talk,
Cybotron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kenny Larkin,
Mantronix,
Terrestrial Tones,
Infiniti,
Johnny Osbourne,
E-Dancer,
Drexciya,
The Last Poets,
Royal Trux,
Whodini,
Tres Demented,
Joe Smooth,
Nas,
The Cure,
Lower 48,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gories,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stiv Bators,
Subhumans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fire Engines,
MDC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harry Pussy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Tremeloes,
Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
F. McDonald,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sällskapet,
Tears for Fears,
The Gap Band,
This Heat,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.