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 Vietnam and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 The Gap Band to the rock 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Los Fastidios,
The Count Five,
Eric Dolphy,
The Offenders,
Bobby Sherman,
Fat Boys,
Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Modern Lovers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Sneak,
Hot Snakes,
LL Cool J,
Amazonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moody Blues,
Donny Hathaway,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül II,
The Cowsills,
Organ,
Banda Bassotti,
Technova,
World's Most,
Severed Heads,
Minny Pops,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Saints,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Darondo,
The Trojans,
Ronnie Foster,
The Leaves,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barrington Levy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Archie Shepp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Byrd,
Ituana,
The Barracudas,
Lower 48,
Rod Modell,
Don Cherry,
Sugar Minott,
The Moleskins,
Lucky Dragons,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Flag,
U.S. Maple,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronan,
Talk Talk,
Index,
Inner City,
Motorama,
Accadde A,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.