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 Finland and from London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Brick to the funk 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Happenings,
The Zeros,
Darondo,
Amon Düül,
Yaz,
Judy Mowatt,
Goldenarms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Animal Collective,
CMW,
The Modern Lovers,
Motorama,
These Immortal Souls,
Scan 7,
Michelle Simonal,
R.M.O.,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
Letta Mbulu,
Minny Pops,
Eric Copeland,
JFA,
Cameo,
The Fall,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kenny Larkin,
Fear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anakelly,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rod Modell,
Masters at Work,
Barrington Levy,
Jandek,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maurizio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moby Grape,
Pere Ubu,
Spoonie Gee,
The Searchers,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Machine,
Grauzone,
Qualms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quadrant,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maleditus Sound,
Thompson Twins,
June of 44,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spandau Ballet,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.