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 Lesotho 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Roger Hodgson to the electroclash 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Fatback Band,
David Axelrod,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fat Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kenny Larkin,
Crooked Eye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siglo XX,
Main Source,
Silicon Teens,
Groovy Waters,
Trumans Water,
Brothers Johnson,
Franke,
Soft Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Germs,
Oblivians,
The Associates,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Bananas,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Average White Band,
Pagans,
Scientists,
Pylon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Last Poets,
The Gap Band,
kango's stein massive,
Steve Hackett,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Byron Stingily,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Zeros,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
The Trojans,
Maurizio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Eating Sloth,
Connie Case,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quando Quango,
the Bar-Kays,
The Kinks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Royal Trux,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.