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 Guyana and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Visage to the funk 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kayak,
The Selecter,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Style,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Pere Ubu,
Sun City Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
World's Most,
Smog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harmonia,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul II Soul,
John Foxx,
Eden Ahbez,
The Offenders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stiv Bators,
The Durutti Column,
Desert Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Motorama,
Shoche,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Green,
T.S.O.L.,
Bad Manners,
The Human League,
Clear Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Rites of Spring,
Sällskapet,
Nils Olav,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suburban Knight,
The Gories,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Enemy,
Unwound,
The Mojo Men,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cybotron,
Swans,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.