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 Korea North 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Swans,
ABBA,
Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Terry,
The Evens,
Bootsy Collins,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Henry Cow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Malaria!,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonic Youth,
Marine Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rites of Spring,
Black Sheep,
The Vogues,
DNA,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Halsall,
Erykah Badu,
Eurythmics,
The Angels of Light,
Second Layer,
Bang On A Can,
Franke,
Zapp,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacques Brel,
Derrick Morgan,
Cluster,
Alton Ellis,
Simply Red,
The Blues Magoos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris Corsano,
The Wake,
Al Stewart,
The Black Dice,
World's Most,
The Misunderstood,
MC5,
The Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.