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 Greece and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Babytalk to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Mantronix,
Porter Ricks,
The Modern Lovers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smiths,
Qualms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
In Retrospect,
Connie Case,
Outsiders,
Loose Ends,
Mission of Burma,
Magma,
The Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rekid,
Inner City,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Kinks,
Motorama,
Youth Brigade,
OOIOO,
Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mummies,
Ice-T,
Althea and Donna,
Yaz,
Hardrive,
Dawn Penn,
New York Dolls,
Davy DMX,
The Real Kids,
The Fall,
Black Flag,
B.T. Express,
Bush Tetras,
R.M.O.,
Blossom Toes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alison Limerick,
The Gories,
48th St. Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Iggy Pop,
Das Ding,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
CMW,
Boredoms,
The Martian,
David Axelrod,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.