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 Azerbaijan 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fatback Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Searchers,
Tears for Fears,
U.S. Maple,
Ohio Players,
The Busters,
Bootsy Collins,
The Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agent Orange,
John Holt,
Urselle,
Bob Dylan,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scientists,
The Neon Judgement,
Mandrill,
Matthew Halsall,
David McCallum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Near,
The Index,
Y Pants,
Circle Jerks,
Oblivians,
The Remains,
Kurtis Blow,
Scratch Acid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Can,
Ultravox,
Au Pairs,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott Heron,
Los Fastidios,
Davy DMX,
Spoonie Gee,
Wasted Youth,
John Lydon,
Dawn Penn,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bronski Beat,
Piero Umiliani,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tim Buckley,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Machine,
Loose Ends,
Whodini,
Black Flag,
Faraquet,
The Happenings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.