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 Mexico and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rod Modell to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Yaz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swell Maps,
Minnie Riperton,
Junior Murvin,
Nas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nirvana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erasure,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Angels of Light,
Silicon Teens,
Shuggie Otis,
The Golliwogs,
The Techniques,
Moebius,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Popol Vuh,
Spoonie Gee,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bluetip,
Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Cecil Taylor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zero Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Prince Buster,
Pylon,
Bronski Beat,
Public Enemy,
Desert Stars,
KRS-One,
Pussy Galore,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Essential Logic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eden Ahbez,
Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Terry,
Crooked Eye,
Peter and Kerry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ludus,
Crime,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Goldenarms,
John Foxx,
The Cowsills,
Max Romeo,
Mars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
JFA,
Groovy Waters,
The Vogues,
Frankie Knuckles,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.