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 Ukraine and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Erykah Badu to the rap 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mission of Burma,
Vainqueur,
Babytalk,
Niagra,
Peter & Gordon,
Funky Four + One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
These Immortal Souls,
The Velvet Underground,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radio Birdman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marine Girls,
Moby Grape,
Moss Icon,
Marmalade,
E-Dancer,
Massinfluence,
Trumans Water,
Grauzone,
The Move,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gabor Szabo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
Talk Talk,
EPMD,
Steve Hackett,
Arcadia,
Terry Callier,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fall,
The Cowsills,
The Stooges,
Mr. Review,
Hardrive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yaz,
The Angels of Light,
June of 44,
Joe Finger,
Wire,
Bad Manners,
Pantaleimon,
Khruangbin,
Kayak,
Prince Buster,
Boz Scaggs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.