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 Serbia and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Sällskapet,
Slave,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Teasers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultra Naté,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Womack,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Bourne,
The Real Kids,
John Holt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The American Breed,
Flash Fearless,
The Fortunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pussy Galore,
cv313,
Barrington Levy,
Joey Negro,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dave Gahan,
Fatback Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
Franke,
Moss Icon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Parrish,
Slick Rick,
Qualms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crime,
Deepchord,
Camouflage,
Newcleus,
Yaz,
Jandek,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Yusef Lateef,
Zero Boys,
Supertramp,
New Order,
Anakelly,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Enemy,
The Martian,
Whodini,
Funky Four + One,
The Motions,
10cc,
Minor Threat,
Sun City Girls,
Television Personalities,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.