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 Nepal and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Letta Mbulu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Slackers,
Chris Corsano,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Saccharine Trust,
Angry Samoans,
Ronnie Foster,
Fear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Hill,
Dark Day,
Steve Hackett,
Rapeman,
Japan,
Quadrant,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gong,
The Fuzztones,
The Walker Brothers,
Rekid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxy Music,
Man Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
Hoover,
LL Cool J,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thompson Twins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Essential Logic,
Kaleidoscope,
Cybotron,
Gabor Szabo,
Juan Atkins,
Camberwell Now,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fall,
The Neon Judgement,
Schoolly D,
Zero Boys,
Half Japanese,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Halsall,
Crash Course in Science,
10cc,
The Smiths,
The Last Poets,
Goldenarms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-102,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.