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 Madagascar and from Lagos.
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 Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grunge 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Grass Roots,
F. McDonald,
Liliput,
The Fall,
Accadde A,
Simply Red,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Y Pants,
Albert Ayler,
Al Stewart,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Durutti Column,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cluster,
The United States of America,
Oneida,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deakin,
Derrick May,
Tubeway Army,
Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Prince Buster,
Barrington Levy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dead C,
Fela Kuti,
Los Fastidios,
B.T. Express,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Bourne,
10cc,
Vladislav Delay,
The Techniques,
Blancmange,
48th St. Collective,
Youth Brigade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Intrusion,
John Foxx,
Visage,
Roxette,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantaleimon,
Marvin Gaye,
Zapp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oblivians,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.