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 Brunei and from Madrid.
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 Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Monks to the punk 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Carl Craig,
The J.B.'s,
The Five Americans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Shadows of Knight,
LL Cool J,
New Age Steppers,
Television,
Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Rundgren,
Tom Boy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alton Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
The Young Rascals,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bob Dylan,
The Real Kids,
Clear Light,
Severed Heads,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brothers Johnson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Teasers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The New Christs,
The Doors,
Darondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fear,
Kaleidoscope,
Siglo XX,
Oneida,
Talk Talk,
X-Ray Spex,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Flag,
Little Man,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sandy B,
Suburban Knight,
Infiniti,
Peter & Gordon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fall,
Neil Young,
Minny Pops,
Gichy Dan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pop Group,
Danielle Patucci,
Second Layer,
Khruangbin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.