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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the disco 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Pus,
Graham Central Station,
Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vladislav Delay,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mars,
Average White Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Accadde A,
Saccharine Trust,
Stetsasonic,
Dawn Penn,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
This Heat,
Wasted Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Eddi Front,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Almond,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Vogues,
Joey Negro,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faraquet,
Brick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Darondo,
Maleditus Sound,
The Durutti Column,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul II Soul,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glenn Branca,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vainqueur,
The Litter,
Trumans Water,
Chrome,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sex Pistols,
the Germs,
Drexciya,
Nils Olav,
Television Personalities,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Standells,
Animal Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.