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 Brazil and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 B.T. Express to the rock 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Motions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cluster,
Porter Ricks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Divine Comedy,
The Human League,
Henry Cow,
Supertramp,
Audionom,
Public Enemy,
Pantytec,
Sixth Finger,
Dave Gahan,
Gichy Dan,
Masters at Work,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angry Samoans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thompson Twins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marshall Jefferson,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers,
Siglo XX,
Isaac Hayes,
Interpol,
The American Breed,
New Age Steppers,
Wings,
Arcadia,
the Association,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grey Daturas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun City Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Michelle Simonal,
Grauzone,
Letta Mbulu,
Second Layer,
10cc,
Drexciya,
T.S.O.L.,
Shuggie Otis,
Mark Hollis,
The Misunderstood,
Lindisfarne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Make Up,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Velvet Underground,
Skriet,
The Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.