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 Albania and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Davy DMX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Boz Scaggs,
Babytalk,
Drexciya,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Youth Brigade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harmonia,
Godley & Creme,
The Dead C,
DJ Style,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare,
Josef K,
Terry Callier,
Flipper,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Con Funk Shun,
Spandau Ballet,
Nirvana,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jandek,
The Fortunes,
Essential Logic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skriet,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül,
Audionom,
Bill Wells,
KRS-One,
Ultra Naté,
John Holt,
Agitation Free,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Star Department,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Steve Hackett,
X-101,
Bill Near,
Mission of Burma,
The Techniques,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Victims,
Alton Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Half Japanese,
The New Christs,
Darondo,
Schoolly D,
Icehouse,
Crash Course in Science,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.