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 Guyana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Funky Four + One to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Patti Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Babytalk,
Suburban Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scion,
LL Cool J,
Sam Rivers,
Angry Samoans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
EPMD,
Vainqueur,
Isaac Hayes,
The Remains,
The Standells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Josef K,
Wasted Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Little Man,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxette,
Graham Central Station,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Severed Heads,
Aaron Thompson,
Gabor Szabo,
Rod Modell,
Minnie Riperton,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sugar Minott,
Prince Buster,
Quantec,
Amon Düül,
Black Bananas,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Normal,
Ten City,
X-102,
John Holt,
The Fuzztones,
Alton Ellis,
Massinfluence,
Morten Harket,
Desert Stars,
Dave Gahan,
The Count Five,
Ultravox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Outsiders,
Marc Almond,
Ultra Naté,
Kayak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Wells,
David Bowie,
Das Ding,
The Stooges,
ABC,
Blancmange,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.