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 Uganda and from Copenhagen.
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 Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Donald Fagen 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the crunk 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Franke,
The Count Five,
Warren Ellis,
Wire,
L. Decosne,
Blake Baxter,
Outsiders,
The Fuzztones,
Motorama,
The Remains,
Pylon,
The Raincoats,
Fatback Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Al Stewart,
Todd Terry,
Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Dawn Penn,
Tom Boy,
Moby Grape,
Slave,
Rekid,
Carl Craig,
Mission of Burma,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mr. Review,
Thompson Twins,
In Retrospect,
Minny Pops,
Flash Fearless,
June Days,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang of Four,
Soul II Soul,
Nas,
Freddie Wadling,
Hashim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Thee Headcoats,
Shoche,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Hill,
The Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
The Dead C,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Organ,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra,
Neu!,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.