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 South and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Faust to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Dark Day,
Arab on Radar,
Cluster,
Severed Heads,
Joensuu 1685,
The Martian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crash Course in Science,
David Bowie,
Gong,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stetsasonic,
The Fall,
A Certain Ratio,
Ossler,
Symarip,
Au Pairs,
Delta 5,
Fela Kuti,
In Retrospect,
The Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
kango's stein massive,
New Age Steppers,
Isaac Hayes,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dual Sessions,
Susan Cadogan,
ABBA,
June Days,
The Blues Magoos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mandrill,
Roxy Music,
Con Funk Shun,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Mills,
Chris & Cosey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Techniques,
Kerrie Biddell,
Japan,
The Smiths,
Magazine,
The Happenings,
Schoolly D,
Colin Newman,
Whodini,
Adolescents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
The Invisible,
Alice Coltrane,
This Heat,
Anthony Braxton,
Barry Ungar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.