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 Fiji and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Black Pus to the rock 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zero Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Quantec,
Funky Four + One,
The Litter,
Chris & Cosey,
The Associates,
Ponytail,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Urselle,
Donny Hathaway,
L. Decosne,
Bill Wells,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Moon,
Eric Dolphy,
Al Stewart,
KRS-One,
Television Personalities,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Byrd,
Joy Division,
The Names,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Inner City,
Outsiders,
E-Dancer,
Little Man,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The J.B.'s,
Malaria!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Schoolly D,
PIL,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Los Fastidios,
Minny Pops,
The Star Department,
The American Breed,
Letta Mbulu,
Massinfluence,
The Black Dice,
The Zeros,
UT,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Simply Red,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scan 7,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra,
B.T. Express,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mo-Dettes,
Davy DMX,
Brand Nubian,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.