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 Greece and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yusef Lateef to the electroclash 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed,
Arcadia,
The Misunderstood,
The Selecter,
These Immortal Souls,
In Retrospect,
X-Ray Spex,
OOIOO,
James White and The Blacks,
Negative Approach,
a-ha,
Brass Construction,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slackers,
Yellowson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tomorrow,
The Associates,
Warren Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
Blancmange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skriet,
Fat Boys,
Franke,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers,
Kool Moe Dee,
K-Klass,
Gang Starr,
Kerri Chandler,
Pylon,
The Stooges,
The Busters,
the Association,
Slave,
Kenny Larkin,
Cameo,
The Blues Magoos,
Hoover,
Skaos,
Prince Buster,
Television Personalities,
The Zeros,
Wolf Eyes,
Donny Hathaway,
Groovy Waters,
The Doors,
Pussy Galore,
The Mummies,
The Toasters,
Arthur Verocai,
Mad Mike,
Yusef Lateef,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalann,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.