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 Cape Verde and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Scrapy,
The Leaves,
Mars,
Lungfish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masters at Work,
The Stooges,
Average White Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxy Music,
Rufus Thomas,
Minutemen,
Bob Dylan,
Public Enemy,
Pussy Galore,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lucky Dragons,
B.T. Express,
FM Einheit,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Human League,
Faust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smoke,
Loose Ends,
The Raincoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reuben Wilson,
The Trojans,
D'Angelo,
Surgeon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Davy DMX,
Brothers Johnson,
Camberwell Now,
The Blackbyrds,
The Remains,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brand Nubian,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed,
Rotary Connection,
Moby Grape,
Chrome,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Age Steppers,
Country Teasers,
Wolf Eyes,
Spandau Ballet,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Clarke,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.