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 Congo and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Happenings to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Wasted Youth,
Y Pants,
Rakim,
The Names,
The Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Swell Maps,
Alphaville,
Q and Not U,
Rufus Thomas,
Faust,
Funky Four + One,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Wells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Von Mondo,
Magazine,
Bluetip,
Symarip,
Delta 5,
ABBA,
The Walker Brothers,
Yazoo,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra,
Half Japanese,
World's Most,
Adolescents,
Das Ding,
Funkadelic,
Eric Dolphy,
Siglo XX,
Cymande,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Sneak,
T. Rex,
Ornette Coleman,
Aural Exciters,
The Real Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Lightning Bolt,
the Slits,
Bill Near,
Kayak,
Judy Mowatt,
Silicon Teens,
Graham Central Station,
Black Bananas,
Yaz,
Cluster,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Offenders,
Pagans,
Mark Hollis,
China Crisis,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mummies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.