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 Seychelles 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Graham Central Station to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Pretty Things,
Ornette Coleman,
Essential Logic,
Jacques Brel,
The Wake,
Ohio Players,
Archie Shepp,
Rakim,
Gang Green,
Byron Stingily,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Womack,
Excepter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonic Youth,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donny Hathaway,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fortunes,
Thompson Twins,
Kool Moe Dee,
L. Decosne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dawn Penn,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Sheep,
Josef K,
Unwound,
Hoover,
The Index,
Sun Ra,
Mission of Burma,
Deakin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shoche,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nico,
Y Pants,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Raincoats,
Toni Rubio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lower 48,
Davy DMX,
the Germs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Model 500,
The Tremeloes,
Goldenarms,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker,
Joe Smooth,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.