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 Belize and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Reagan Youth,
Whodini,
JFA,
Index,
Massinfluence,
Duran Duran,
Camberwell Now,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick May,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Prince Buster,
Juan Atkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zapp,
Television Personalities,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nils Olav,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Byrd,
Visage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alphaville,
Niagra,
Schoolly D,
Pere Ubu,
Janne Schatter,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blackbyrds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Teasers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Terry,
China Crisis,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra,
Organ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dark Day,
Brand Nubian,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dirtbombs,
Subhumans,
Agitation Free,
New York Dolls,
Metal Thangz,
Wasted Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maurizio,
Monolake,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.