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 Samoa and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
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 snare 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 Kerri Chandler to the funk 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
The Cure,
The Smoke,
This Heat,
Arcadia,
Connie Case,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Offenders,
June Days,
The Residents,
Rosa Yemen,
Fela Kuti,
Jacob Miller,
Kas Product,
The Gun Club,
The Associates,
The Raincoats,
Fear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
The Alarm Clocks,
DNA,
The Five Americans,
Sex Pistols,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delta 5,
Swell Maps,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young,
The Remains,
A Certain Ratio,
Gabor Szabo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Vogues,
Yellowson,
Sandy B,
John Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
The Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Flag,
Davy DMX,
the Association,
Kayak,
The Young Rascals,
Y Pants,
Bush Tetras,
Nik Kershaw,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kaleidoscope,
Hot Snakes,
X-101,
Oneida,
Soft Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
kango's stein massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.