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 Samoa and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bang On A Can to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swell Maps,
Can,
New Order,
Chrome,
Lalann,
The Walker Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül,
Deakin,
Bobby Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Andrew Hill,
Fad Gadget,
Supertramp,
The Zeros,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ossler,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roger Hodgson,
Interpol,
Gichy Dan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Darondo,
Black Moon,
MC5,
Fela Kuti,
Scion,
Alphaville,
Radio Birdman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rekid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fugazi,
Ice-T,
Jacob Miller,
Television,
Mars,
The United States of America,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cecil Taylor,
The Happenings,
Adolescents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Y Pants,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Terry,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.