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 Mauritius and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the crunk 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
ABC,
Echospace,
The Standells,
Mantronix,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Tremeloes,
Hashim,
Tubeway Army,
Index,
World's Most,
Sound Behaviour,
Aloha Tigers,
The Barracudas,
Minutemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Velvet Underground,
The Kinks,
Yellowson,
Scrapy,
cv313,
E-Dancer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Zero Boys,
Intrusion,
Fugazi,
The Gories,
Mary Jane Girls,
Model 500,
The Index,
The Cure,
Pharoah Sanders,
Motorama,
The New Christs,
Robert Hood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Vogues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang On A Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lucky Dragons,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rod Modell,
The Fortunes,
Alison Limerick,
Archie Shepp,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Carl Craig,
Sixth Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Mandrill,
The Buckinghams,
Heaven 17,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.