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 Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 The Electric Prunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Slits,
Country Teasers,
Buzzcocks,
Goldenarms,
Q65,
Gang of Four,
Harry Pussy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moody Blues,
Junior Murvin,
The Saints,
The Last Poets,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thompson Twins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cameo,
Masters at Work,
Trumans Water,
Suburban Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hardrive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yazoo,
Bronski Beat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magazine,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Don Cherry,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick Morgan,
Scan 7,
The Star Department,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
These Immortal Souls,
Gong,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Leonard Cohen,
The Velvet Underground,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
The Knickerbockers,
Dave Gahan,
Pylon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Excepter,
Heaven 17,
T.S.O.L.,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Sherman,
Barbara Tucker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.