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 Italy and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Fela Kuti to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Nas,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gap Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cure,
Skarface,
Vladislav Delay,
Franke,
The Gories,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
Connie Case,
The Golliwogs,
Gerry Rafferty,
T.S.O.L.,
Desert Stars,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deadbeat,
The Durutti Column,
In Retrospect,
Rufus Thomas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Inner City,
Charles Mingus,
F. McDonald,
CMW,
David McCallum,
John Lydon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slackers,
Gang of Four,
Robert Wyatt,
Moebius,
Second Layer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Holt,
the Sonics,
Suicide,
Guru Guru,
Dark Day,
Wire,
B.T. Express,
Technova,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masters at Work,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Parrish,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.