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 Mumbai.
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 New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blancmange to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Isaac Hayes,
Quando Quango,
Bill Near,
Los Fastidios,
Interpol,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Flag,
Barry Ungar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shuggie Otis,
Jandek,
Popol Vuh,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Names,
X-101,
Das Ding,
Jacques Brel,
Infiniti,
Jerry's Kids,
Hashim,
Ronnie Foster,
Panda Bear,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Sugar Minott,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donny Hathaway,
Whodini,
The Blues Magoos,
Alphaville,
Carl Craig,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jawbox,
Heaven 17,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sixth Finger,
CMW,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Icehouse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Dual Sessions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
The Invisible,
Todd Terry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultravox,
Chrome,
Joey Negro,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
OOIOO,
The Index,
The Selecter,
John Lydon,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.