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 Bahamas and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bad Manners to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ohio Players,
Maurizio,
Matthew Halsall,
Graham Central Station,
Blake Baxter,
Masters at Work,
Mars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ken Boothe,
Public Enemy,
This Heat,
Amazonics,
The Offenders,
Robert Hood,
Arcadia,
David McCallum,
ABC,
Mandrill,
Soulsonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Sheep,
Unrelated Segments,
Fat Boys,
Blossom Toes,
KRS-One,
The Invisible,
Nick Fraelich,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Christie,
Howard Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Niagra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hardrive,
Reagan Youth,
Average White Band,
Ituana,
Gregory Isaacs,
Patti Smith,
MC5,
Tom Boy,
Black Pus,
H. Thieme,
Nils Olav,
The Fugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
David Axelrod,
Harry Pussy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Remains,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.