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 Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Shoche to the electroclash 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot 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?
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Letta Mbulu,
Sight & Sound,
Minny Pops,
the Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sound,
Organ,
Theoretical Girls,
The Associates,
Sun City Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Los Fastidios,
The Tremeloes,
Quando Quango,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fela Kuti,
The Dirtbombs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Buzzcocks,
Kas Product,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Leaves,
R.M.O.,
Anthony Braxton,
The Real Kids,
Barry Ungar,
48th St. Collective,
The Cowsills,
Desert Stars,
Altered Images,
Sam Rivers,
The Victims,
Juan Atkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Massinfluence,
Cybotron,
Outsiders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Trojans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lower 48,
Crispy Ambulance,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Sound Behaviour,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Grass Roots,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Young Marble Giants,
Von Mondo,
Al Stewart,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.