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 Poland and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
EPMD,
David McCallum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Metal Thangz,
Barrington Levy,
Inner City,
Soft Machine,
KRS-One,
Black Bananas,
Sight & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Outsiders,
L. Decosne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pagans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Residents,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Young Rascals,
Shuggie Otis,
Wasted Youth,
The Offenders,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare,
The Evens,
Yusef Lateef,
Lucky Dragons,
Vladislav Delay,
Stiv Bators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantytec,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monochrome Set,
The Knickerbockers,
Ten City,
48th St. Collective,
Moebius,
The Human League,
Basic Channel,
the Soft Cell,
Franke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Standells,
Yazoo,
Lalann,
Drexciya,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thee Headcoats,
Sällskapet,
John Foxx,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.