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 Grenada and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Hashim to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Skaos,
Supertramp,
These Immortal Souls,
LL Cool J,
Henry Cow,
Dave Gahan,
Susan Cadogan,
Spandau Ballet,
Q and Not U,
Severed Heads,
Lou Christie,
Max Romeo,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
KRS-One,
The Fugs,
Au Pairs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amazonics,
Howard Jones,
Sparks,
Section 25,
Quando Quango,
Roxette,
The Pretty Things,
Steve Hackett,
The New Christs,
Piero Umiliani,
Alton Ellis,
Fugazi,
The Selecter,
Lindisfarne,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aswad,
The Last Poets,
Symarip,
Animal Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Mark Hollis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Copeland,
David Axelrod,
Zapp,
Joe Smooth,
Schoolly D,
The Standells,
The Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joensuu 1685,
The Motions,
The Young Rascals,
Crooked Eye,
Khruangbin,
New Order,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.