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 Costa Rica and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ituana 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blues Magoos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Japan,
The Index,
Sonic Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dave Gahan,
The Kinks,
Mad Mike,
Cal Tjader,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young,
Mars,
The Knickerbockers,
KRS-One,
Fad Gadget,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Dolphy,
John Foxx,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monochrome Set,
Moby Grape,
Barrington Levy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bad Manners,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultravox,
Black Bananas,
Robert Wyatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cramps,
Gang Starr,
Kayak,
The Smiths,
Lou Christie,
Alice Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
Ituana,
Pantaleimon,
OOIOO,
Ralphi Rosario,
Idris Muhammad,
The Leaves,
The Last Poets,
Fluxion,
Iggy Pop,
Make Up,
The J.B.'s,
Negative Approach,
The United States of America,
The Evens,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.