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 Zambia and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soft Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 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?
John Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
Thee Headcoats,
Theoretical Girls,
Angry Samoans,
A Certain Ratio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monochrome Set,
Ossler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brand Nubian,
Soul II Soul,
Spoonie Gee,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Christie,
Traffic Nightmare,
Procol Harum,
Zapp,
Organ,
Aaron Thompson,
The Young Rascals,
Graham Central Station,
Schoolly D,
The Stooges,
Don Cherry,
Kas Product,
Erasure,
Boz Scaggs,
Yellowson,
X-102,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The United States of America,
Pole,
Minnie Riperton,
Sight & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Roxy Music,
EPMD,
Roxette,
The J.B.'s,
Camberwell Now,
The Slits,
Second Layer,
Fela Kuti,
Newcleus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Cell,
The Fall,
Duran Duran,
Drexciya,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cramps,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smiths,
Agent Orange,
Idris Muhammad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cheater Slicks,
The New Christs,
Anakelly,
Bill Near,
Stetsasonic,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.