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 Kuwait and from London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Bad Manners to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Gregory Isaacs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cheater Slicks,
Erykah Badu,
Drexciya,
Kurtis Blow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABBA,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Toasters,
The Residents,
Audionom,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tom Boy,
Derrick May,
Boredoms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skarface,
This Heat,
the Association,
Davy DMX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Mills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hardrive,
Subhumans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Prince Buster,
Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donny Hathaway,
Von Mondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Associates,
Fluxion,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Al Stewart,
Main Source,
Ronnie Foster,
Wally Richardson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reagan Youth,
Basic Channel,
Sound Behaviour,
Massinfluence,
Terry Callier,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Whodini,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.