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 Eritrea and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scrapy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Brick,
Stetsasonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brand Nubian,
Maleditus Sound,
The Seeds,
Darondo,
Popol Vuh,
Lungfish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erykah Badu,
Suburban Knight,
David Bowie,
The Tremeloes,
The Walker Brothers,
DNA,
Deepchord,
Flipper,
Yellowson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Shadows of Knight,
Desert Stars,
Parry Music,
Pantytec,
DJ Sneak,
Funky Four + One,
Charles Mingus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris Corsano,
David McCallum,
LL Cool J,
Todd Rundgren,
Sight & Sound,
Severed Heads,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Franke,
Vladislav Delay,
Scientists,
Dorothy Ashby,
Outsiders,
Pagans,
The Real Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slick Rick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fad Gadget,
Malaria!,
Magazine,
Jeff Lynne,
The Grass Roots,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.