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 Tajikistan and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 U.S. Maple to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Cymande,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Remains,
Fluxion,
Carl Craig,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MC5,
Sex Pistols,
Japan,
Tres Demented,
Jawbox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lakeside,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Bananas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Inner City,
Sarah Menescal,
Trumans Water,
Stereo Dub,
Iggy Pop,
One Last Wish,
Bluetip,
Yusef Lateef,
Angry Samoans,
Hashim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
John Lydon,
Joe Finger,
Pulsallama,
T. Rex,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun City Girls,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Panda Bear,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Black Dice,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Prince Buster,
Vladislav Delay,
Boredoms,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Bourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mojo Men,
Funky Four + One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Grass Roots,
The Cramps,
Skaos,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Christie,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.