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 Haiti and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Mad Mike,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arcadia,
Fela Kuti,
Massinfluence,
Crash Course in Science,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Angels of Light,
The Mummies,
Black Bananas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Groovy Waters,
CMW,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Parrish,
Sandy B,
Deakin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Charles Mingus,
T.S.O.L.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Danielle Patucci,
Quadrant,
Joey Negro,
Von Mondo,
Organ,
Fluxion,
Siglo XX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Simply Red,
DJ Sneak,
The Fugs,
The Barracudas,
Oneida,
Todd Rundgren,
Malaria!,
The Durutti Column,
The Toasters,
Eden Ahbez,
Fear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Average White Band,
Wings,
Amon Düül,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Freddie Wadling,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Bar-Kays,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Whodini,
Brick,
Amon Düül II,
Nico,
Ten City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Royal Trux,
The Index,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.