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 Bhutan and from Delhi.
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 New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Skatalites to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agent Orange,
Panda Bear,
Barbara Tucker,
Sällskapet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rapeman,
Moss Icon,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Görl,
Silicon Teens,
Smog,
Joyce Sims,
The Busters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arcadia,
Buzzcocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mo-Dettes,
Nirvana,
the Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Clear Light,
Pantaleimon,
Lungfish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DNA,
The Mummies,
Tommy Roe,
Leonard Cohen,
FM Einheit,
The Motions,
the Normal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacques Brel,
The Gladiators,
Average White Band,
Nas,
Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vainqueur,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Letta Mbulu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hardrive,
Camberwell Now,
Bush Tetras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hasil Adkins,
Metal Thangz,
Soulsonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masters at Work,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arthur Verocai,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.