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 Pakistan and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Cheater Slicks to the electroclash 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Eden Ahbez,
Easy Going,
Intrusion,
Judy Mowatt,
Supertramp,
Soulsonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
Pantaleimon,
The Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Kayak,
Jeff Mills,
The Pretty Things,
Tim Buckley,
Gang of Four,
Con Funk Shun,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Teasers,
The Knickerbockers,
Inner City,
The Grass Roots,
Public Enemy,
Sugar Minott,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young,
Tom Boy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Toasters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sam Rivers,
Black Bananas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Black Dice,
Charles Mingus,
Adolescents,
Bronski Beat,
In Retrospect,
Scratch Acid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monolake,
Little Man,
Reuben Wilson,
Fluxion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Carl Craig,
The Remains,
John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Gang Green,
Pere Ubu,
Suicide,
Chris Corsano,
The Divine Comedy,
Nils Olav,
Black Pus,
Moss Icon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.