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 Dominican Republic and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soul II Soul to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monolake,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Osbourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ituana,
Moss Icon,
The Tremeloes,
Lower 48,
Flipper,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young,
Soft Machine,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Clarke,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Connie Case,
Danielle Patucci,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ten City,
Funkadelic,
Radiohead,
The Detroit Cobras,
Livin' Joy,
Royal Trux,
Josef K,
Schoolly D,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Buckinghams,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
Index,
New Age Steppers,
Rites of Spring,
Sixth Finger,
Black Pus,
Qualms,
Massinfluence,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fugazi,
Patti Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Symarip,
Maurizio,
Lindisfarne,
Eurythmics,
Alton Ellis,
Make Up,
Max Romeo,
A Certain Ratio,
Yazoo,
World's Most,
JFA,
Dark Day,
Tommy Roe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Outsiders,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.