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 Tonga and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radio Birdman to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
UT,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers,
New Age Steppers,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Style,
Alton Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Organ,
Stetsasonic,
The Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Audionom,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dawn Penn,
La Düsseldorf,
Lower 48,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Rundgren,
8 Eyed Spy,
Procol Harum,
Malaria!,
The Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Junior Murvin,
X-Ray Spex,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Mills,
Cameo,
The Last Poets,
Absolute Body Control,
Minutemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mummies,
June of 44,
Rosa Yemen,
Popol Vuh,
Alphaville,
Bill Wells,
Grey Daturas,
Aswad,
Nico,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bauhaus,
Eli Mardock,
Nik Kershaw,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Panda Bear,
L. Decosne,
The Gap Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yazoo,
The Fall,
Goldenarms,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.