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 Japan and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the jazz 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Eric Copeland,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Davy DMX,
Neu!,
Chris & Cosey,
Joey Negro,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Toni Rubio,
The Red Krayola,
Gastr Del Sol,
Y Pants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Görl,
Yaz,
Oneida,
Joensuu 1685,
Smog,
H. Thieme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zero Boys,
Second Layer,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers,
Henry Cow,
A Certain Ratio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lightning Bolt,
The Seeds,
Pylon,
John Holt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
The Selecter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alphaville,
The Blackbyrds,
Idris Muhammad,
Section 25,
Shoche,
Marc Almond,
Derrick Morgan,
the Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Techniques,
Bang On A Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joyce Sims,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacob Miller,
Skriet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Laurel Aitken,
Lakeside,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.