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 Nigeria and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Unrelated Segments to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Patti Smith,
China Crisis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Order,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Enemy,
K-Klass,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kurtis Blow,
Easy Going,
The Names,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Bourne,
The Move,
John Lydon,
Joey Negro,
The Cowsills,
kango's stein massive,
Dennis Brown,
Ituana,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maurizio,
Gong,
Wasted Youth,
Minutemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Techniques,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Flag,
Godley & Creme,
Procol Harum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fall,
The Trojans,
Gang of Four,
The Standells,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sparks,
Stetsasonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Selecter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Tremeloes,
John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fortunes,
EPMD,
Cal Tjader,
Audionom,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Althea and Donna,
Gabor Szabo,
Cymande,
Outsiders,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.