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 Paraguay 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Andrew Hill 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Trumans Water,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick May,
Babytalk,
The Monks,
The Mojo Men,
R.M.O.,
Oneida,
Alphaville,
John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heaven 17,
Prince Buster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Max Romeo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Althea and Donna,
Sällskapet,
David McCallum,
Thompson Twins,
E-Dancer,
Ornette Coleman,
Davy DMX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June Days,
Crooked Eye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Charles Mingus,
One Last Wish,
Lightning Bolt,
kango's stein massive,
Country Teasers,
The Buckinghams,
Sam Rivers,
Cecil Taylor,
Procol Harum,
Japan,
World's Most,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gong,
Derrick Morgan,
Malaria!,
Parry Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Holt,
Warren Ellis,
Technova,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
X-Ray Spex,
FM Einheit,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Starr,
Adolescents,
Rotary Connection,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.