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 Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the electroclash 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 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 Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronnie Foster,
The Victims,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick Morgan,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Sexual Harrassment,
Niagra,
In Retrospect,
Circle Jerks,
Connie Case,
The Residents,
Gichy Dan,
Alison Limerick,
Scrapy,
Youth Brigade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erasure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blancmange,
The United States of America,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Urselle,
The Gap Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funkadelic,
Silicon Teens,
Guru Guru,
Buzzcocks,
Hashim,
The Music Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Darondo,
the Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rakim,
Ohio Players,
The Motions,
Royal Trux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Newcleus,
Visage,
Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suburban Knight,
Brand Nubian,
X-101,
Janne Schatter,
Parry Music,
the Swans,
Scion,
Boredoms,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Clarke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.