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 Paris.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Leonard Cohen to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Sonic Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Terry,
Glenn Branca,
Procol Harum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Popol Vuh,
Fluxion,
The Dirtbombs,
Wings,
The Offenders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Graham Central Station,
Eurythmics,
The Beau Brummels,
Siglo XX,
Technova,
Rekid,
The Neon Judgement,
Babytalk,
New Order,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Supertramp,
Peter & Gordon,
Gichy Dan,
Bang On A Can,
Television,
Harmonia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Duran Duran,
Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Kurtis Blow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Basic Channel,
Aloha Tigers,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maleditus Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Neu!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Tremeloes,
Arthur Verocai,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-101,
Newcleus,
Niagra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The New Christs,
The Blackbyrds,
Index,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.