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 Burkina and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 X-101 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eddi Front,
The Grass Roots,
Eden Ahbez,
Babytalk,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masters at Work,
Gong,
Talk Talk,
Television,
The Cure,
Ultravox,
Roger Hodgson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Darondo,
Hasil Adkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Television Personalities,
Mantronix,
Leonard Cohen,
Isaac Hayes,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers,
Wally Richardson,
The Gories,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Negative Approach,
The Monks,
Hoover,
H. Thieme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
The United States of America,
These Immortal Souls,
Model 500,
Scrapy,
Pantaleimon,
World's Most,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mad Mike,
The Velvet Underground,
The Buckinghams,
Alton Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eurythmics,
Unrelated Segments,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brothers Johnson,
Drexciya,
K-Klass,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.