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 Israel and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Selecter to the grime 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Cowsills,
James White and The Blacks,
Albert Ayler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harry Pussy,
Thompson Twins,
The Gladiators,
Clear Light,
Rapeman,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Byron Stingily,
Essential Logic,
the Normal,
Soft Machine,
Television Personalities,
OOIOO,
Ossler,
Tears for Fears,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultra Naté,
This Heat,
Chrome,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Symarip,
R.M.O.,
Scrapy,
Cecil Taylor,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Residents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slackers,
Youth Brigade,
Sun City Girls,
John Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
K-Klass,
Animal Collective,
H. Thieme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Outsiders,
Gang Starr,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed,
Fat Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Second Layer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agitation Free,
Oneida,
Ituana,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Vogues,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Clarke,
Severed Heads,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.