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 Israel and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Grey Daturas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donny Hathaway,
The Residents,
Don Cherry,
The Toasters,
Albert Ayler,
Brand Nubian,
10cc,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Offenders,
The Modern Lovers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Depeche Mode,
Severed Heads,
The Slits,
Fugazi,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
The Zeros,
Mandrill,
Quadrant,
Duran Duran,
Eddi Front,
Tim Buckley,
Adolescents,
The Techniques,
Excepter,
John Coltrane,
The Busters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Freddie Wadling,
Grey Daturas,
KRS-One,
Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Organ,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Almond,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monks,
The Cramps,
Qualms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mantronix,
Moby Grape,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glenn Branca,
ABBA,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.