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 Mongolia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Fugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Last Poets,
Ossler,
The Gories,
Average White Band,
The Wake,
Barry Ungar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funkadelic,
This Heat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Au Pairs,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moleskins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Clarke,
Donny Hathaway,
Buzzcocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Patti Smith,
John Coltrane,
Erasure,
The Raincoats,
Adolescents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Con Funk Shun,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABC,
Scrapy,
Icehouse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nirvana,
Minutemen,
The Offenders,
Hardrive,
Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
The Litter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxy Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-101,
The United States of America,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantytec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Idris Muhammad,
The Walker Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alice Coltrane,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.