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 Andorra and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Camouflage to the jazz 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Move,
The Golliwogs,
New York Dolls,
Pierre Henry,
Simply Red,
Surgeon,
Inner City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonic Youth,
Ossler,
Model 500,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Bar-Kays,
Cluster,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Foxx,
Intrusion,
Stereo Dub,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
LL Cool J,
Sugar Minott,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Groovy Waters,
Graham Central Station,
Marine Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wally Richardson,
Fat Boys,
The Pop Group,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Carl Craig,
The Names,
Quadrant,
Sparks,
The Neon Judgement,
OOIOO,
Rakim,
The Smoke,
The Star Department,
Lightning Bolt,
Jandek,
Barry Ungar,
Banda Bassotti,
The Human League,
Bill Near,
Sun City Girls,
Cameo,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Terry,
H. Thieme,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.