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 Ghana and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Leaves to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Severed Heads,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
The United States of America,
Fugazi,
Wolf Eyes,
Carl Craig,
In Retrospect,
Fatback Band,
KRS-One,
Loose Ends,
Cecil Taylor,
Patti Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Tommy Roe,
The Tremeloes,
Franke,
The Raincoats,
The Techniques,
Goldenarms,
Maurizio,
Roxy Music,
Cybotron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Dolphy,
T. Rex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brass Construction,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott Heron,
F. McDonald,
David McCallum,
Quadrant,
Skaos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Knickerbockers,
Sight & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
The Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Leaves,
kango's stein massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Finger,
Zero Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Country Teasers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joy Division,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.