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 Estonia and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Man Parrish to the funk 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Cymande,
10cc,
Arab on Radar,
Joensuu 1685,
Mantronix,
Morten Harket,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Dolphy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mark Hollis,
Wings,
Danielle Patucci,
X-102,
The Leaves,
Derrick May,
The Gun Club,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Graham Central Station,
Lindisfarne,
Basic Channel,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Womack,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Donny Hathaway,
Organ,
Underground Resistance,
Unwound,
B.T. Express,
Sparks,
Kas Product,
Severed Heads,
Aswad,
Warren Ellis,
Excepter,
Scratch Acid,
The Happenings,
Rapeman,
The Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Starr,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blancmange,
Neil Young,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boz Scaggs,
Pagans,
The Searchers,
Section 25,
Tomorrow,
the Normal,
The Cure,
Black Moon,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.