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 Congo and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Fat Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Outsiders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mission of Burma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Grass Roots,
the Human League,
Jandek,
Minutemen,
Excepter,
Scan 7,
Robert Wyatt,
Arcadia,
Pierre Henry,
Model 500,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suicide,
The Selecter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantytec,
The Martian,
Moss Icon,
Tom Boy,
World's Most,
The Flesh Eaters,
Judy Mowatt,
Aaron Thompson,
Con Funk Shun,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Little Man,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lower 48,
Janne Schatter,
Cybotron,
Reagan Youth,
Funkadelic,
Rufus Thomas,
Sister Nancy,
China Crisis,
Desert Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quadrant,
Harpers Bizarre,
Los Fastidios,
Q65,
Monolake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young,
Trumans Water,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.