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 Ukraine and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alison Limerick to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marcia Griffiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donny Hathaway,
The Victims,
Quadrant,
Johnny Clarke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barry Ungar,
Nils Olav,
Nik Kershaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scrapy,
Pussy Galore,
Skaos,
Kayak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suburban Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Nas,
Black Bananas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Wasted Youth,
Lower 48,
The Zeros,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blackbyrds,
The American Breed,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Mills,
Wolf Eyes,
Lakeside,
Delta 5,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker,
Tropical Tobacco,
KRS-One,
Bill Wells,
Gang of Four,
Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thee Headcoats,
Fear,
Malaria!,
Sex Pistols,
Technova,
Donald Byrd,
World's Most,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Sonics,
the Normal,
The United States of America,
Janne Schatter,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.