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 Honduras and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Can to the electroclash 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Kas Product,
The Pretty Things,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wasted Youth,
Zero Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Model 500,
T. Rex,
Second Layer,
Alton Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
Sam Rivers,
Procol Harum,
Nirvana,
Rakim,
Cameo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barry Ungar,
X-102,
Judy Mowatt,
Basic Channel,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Misunderstood,
a-ha,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Holt,
The Trojans,
Radio Birdman,
Donald Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Smooth,
Mandrill,
Quantec,
Patti Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Sparks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Vogues,
Crash Course in Science,
Charles Mingus,
Connie Case,
The Cowsills,
The Count Five,
Index,
The Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Lindisfarne,
Soul II Soul,
Pulsallama,
Icehouse,
Bob Dylan,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terry Callier,
The Fuzztones,
Spoonie Gee,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Wells,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.