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 Algeria and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ohio Players to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Don Cherry,
Angry Samoans,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Aswad,
Sun Ra,
Clear Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Section 25,
Marine Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Parry Music,
Public Enemy,
The Vogues,
David Axelrod,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang of Four,
Fela Kuti,
Das Ding,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter & Gordon,
48th St. Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Style,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiohead,
H. Thieme,
Brothers Johnson,
Laurel Aitken,
Cymande,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mummies,
Todd Terry,
Smog,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lindisfarne,
Newcleus,
Wasted Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Lightning Bolt,
Josef K,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Whodini,
The Motions,
Lungfish,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Index,
Tubeway Army,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.