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 India and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fear to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Rakim,
Organ,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül,
Urselle,
Faraquet,
Isaac Hayes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
K-Klass,
China Crisis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Piero Umiliani,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amazonics,
The Slits,
Intrusion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
EPMD,
Negative Approach,
Nick Fraelich,
Aswad,
Mars,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
CMW,
Pantytec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blake Baxter,
Ice-T,
Oneida,
Hashim,
Eurythmics,
Wally Richardson,
Ultravox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maurizio,
Junior Murvin,
Procol Harum,
48th St. Collective,
Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-101,
Ponytail,
Godley & Creme,
Theoretical Girls,
X-102,
The Litter,
The New Christs,
Alton Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Delta 5,
The Martian,
Howard Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Bourne,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.