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 Denmark and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chris & Cosey to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dark Day,
Make Up,
Audionom,
Dawn Penn,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fatback Band,
The Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
The Searchers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Leonard Cohen,
The Skatalites,
Blake Baxter,
Rosa Yemen,
the Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Bananas,
Sound Behaviour,
Youth Brigade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Index,
Fugazi,
Public Image Ltd.,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Mills,
The Buckinghams,
Jimmy McGriff,
D'Angelo,
Malaria!,
the Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Groovy Waters,
Zero Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Zeros,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Vogues,
Sarah Menescal,
The Selecter,
Hot Snakes,
Blossom Toes,
Talk Talk,
Soft Machine,
The Dead C,
Trumans Water,
Eurythmics,
David Axelrod,
Barrington Levy,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Copeland,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.