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 Argentina and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Sister Nancy to the grunge 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tres Demented,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
Fat Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mo-Dettes,
ABC,
Newcleus,
Stereo Dub,
The Mummies,
Althea and Donna,
Mad Mike,
Minutemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wings,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Sherman,
Hashim,
Interpol,
The Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sex Pistols,
Anakelly,
Fear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
Erasure,
Harmonia,
Alison Limerick,
Anthony Braxton,
L. Decosne,
David Bowie,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare,
Minny Pops,
a-ha,
Scott Walker,
Blake Baxter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Tommy Roe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wire,
The Golliwogs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joyce Sims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Au Pairs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jawbox,
48th St. Collective,
The Leaves,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Malaria!,
Pagans,
Clear Light,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.