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 Mozambique and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the crunk 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Sun City Girls,
Funkadelic,
Man Parrish,
The Five Americans,
Judy Mowatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marcia Griffiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Connie Case,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sugar Minott,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter and Kerry,
Letta Mbulu,
Camberwell Now,
John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bauhaus,
Throbbing Gristle,
CMW,
Minutemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Altered Images,
Yazoo,
U.S. Maple,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris & Cosey,
Half Japanese,
Make Up,
Negative Approach,
The Martian,
D'Angelo,
Barrington Levy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
Basic Channel,
The Stooges,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Knickerbockers,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Clarke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mojo Men,
A Certain Ratio,
Pagans,
Banda Bassotti,
Little Man,
Thee Headcoats,
Ice-T,
Slick Rick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bad Manners,
Blake Baxter,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.