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 Czech Republic and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 The Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare,
Deepchord,
The Wake,
Kenny Larkin,
the Association,
David Axelrod,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Bourne,
The Selecter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Buckinghams,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang of Four,
Lower 48,
Mars,
Warsaw,
Chrome,
Tom Boy,
Man Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Darondo,
Marmalade,
Leonard Cohen,
Quantec,
The Smiths,
Sparks,
Essential Logic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Count Five,
The Evens,
Khruangbin,
Cheater Slicks,
Terry Callier,
Isaac Hayes,
Heaven 17,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Style,
Ken Boothe,
A Certain Ratio,
Cecil Taylor,
Joey Negro,
Trumans Water,
Pagans,
The Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronan,
Royal Trux,
Dennis Brown,
The Searchers,
Ten City,
Faraquet,
Intrusion,
Gabor Szabo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.