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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Doors,
Depeche Mode,
Scientists,
Joey Negro,
Quando Quango,
Skriet,
Marine Girls,
Audionom,
Skaos,
Clear Light,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Stooges,
Wire,
Scratch Acid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unwound,
Ten City,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalann,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Symarip,
Metal Thangz,
Khruangbin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Machine,
Infiniti,
Mad Mike,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Clarke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Dolphy,
Kurtis Blow,
The American Breed,
Siglo XX,
Josef K,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June Days,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rotary Connection,
Tears for Fears,
Aswad,
Heaven 17,
Radio Birdman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Davy DMX,
Carl Craig,
Arcadia,
Suburban Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smoke,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Kinks,
Ohio Players,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.