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 Estonia and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Jacob Miller to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Mandrill,
Motorama,
Rotary Connection,
Lungfish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Judy Mowatt,
Negative Approach,
The Litter,
The Star Department,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skaos,
H. Thieme,
The Young Rascals,
Stereo Dub,
Lucky Dragons,
Minny Pops,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers,
Janne Schatter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Motions,
The Zeros,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vladislav Delay,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fugazi,
MC5,
Josef K,
Q and Not U,
Basic Channel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marshall Jefferson,
Japan,
The Standells,
Bootsy Collins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Dolphy,
John Coltrane,
The Leaves,
Grauzone,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Near,
The Last Poets,
Agitation Free,
48th St. Collective,
Deakin,
Donny Hathaway,
This Heat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.