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 Comoros and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Quantec,
Wolf Eyes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers,
Neu!,
Patti Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Pole,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flash Fearless,
Ossler,
Ludus,
Sugar Minott,
The Cowsills,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Bourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sällskapet,
Rotary Connection,
Tim Buckley,
The Slackers,
The Stooges,
The Wake,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gap Band,
The Pretty Things,
Con Funk Shun,
Eve St. Jones,
Lyres,
The Vogues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxette,
The Saints,
Massinfluence,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Mills,
Dave Gahan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Smog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Easy Going,
Bob Dylan,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dark Day,
The Divine Comedy,
Index,
Talk Talk,
Barrington Levy,
The Young Rascals,
The Buckinghams,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.