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 Thailand and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Names to the rock 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Wally Richardson,
Rufus Thomas,
Rapeman,
The Smiths,
Schoolly D,
Con Funk Shun,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mars,
Carl Craig,
Brick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fluxion,
Don Cherry,
The Moleskins,
Cluster,
KRS-One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fad Gadget,
Sound Behaviour,
The Barracudas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jawbox,
Smog,
U.S. Maple,
Fatback Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gap Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rekid,
Monks,
Intrusion,
Wings,
Essential Logic,
Jacob Miller,
Marcia Griffiths,
Groovy Waters,
Ossler,
Roxy Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Piero Umiliani,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fear,
Accadde A,
Visage,
New Age Steppers,
Negative Approach,
Ultravox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pole,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.