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 Swaziland and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 X-101 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Con Funk Shun,
Silicon Teens,
Accadde A,
DJ Sneak,
The Monks,
CMW,
The Moody Blues,
Simply Red,
X-102,
JFA,
The Vogues,
The Move,
Black Pus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skriet,
Guru Guru,
Clear Light,
Boredoms,
Ultra Naté,
Babytalk,
Agent Orange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bob Dylan,
Outsiders,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Davy DMX,
Terry Callier,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Moon,
Laurel Aitken,
Sound Behaviour,
Skaos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The New Christs,
Moby Grape,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare,
Pylon,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Green,
Ituana,
Liliput,
The Searchers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tubeway Army,
Unwound,
The Names,
Kas Product,
Blake Baxter,
Pagans,
LL Cool J,
Sixth Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
Schoolly D,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.