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 Mauritius and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 World's Most to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
David Axelrod,
Severed Heads,
Mo-Dettes,
The Litter,
Scientists,
Oneida,
Dead Boys,
The Wake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacques Brel,
Pylon,
D'Angelo,
Peter & Gordon,
EPMD,
Dorothy Ashby,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
KRS-One,
Black Flag,
Monks,
Maurizio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sixth Finger,
Essential Logic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bronski Beat,
Suburban Knight,
The Martian,
The Count Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Inner City,
the Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantytec,
Minutemen,
UT,
The New Christs,
Wolf Eyes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Adolescents,
Stetsasonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Massinfluence,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rekid,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Bourne,
The Birthday Party,
Ludus,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Near,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.