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 Lebanon and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rufus Thomas to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Wolf Eyes,
Crooked Eye,
Isaac Hayes,
Crash Course in Science,
Lakeside,
Heaven 17,
Mo-Dettes,
The Remains,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Wake,
The Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Moss Icon,
The Barracudas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ohio Players,
U.S. Maple,
Prince Buster,
Joe Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Whodini,
The Dead C,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brass Construction,
Eli Mardock,
Lyres,
Cal Tjader,
The Offenders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cameo,
New Age Steppers,
Pole,
Alice Coltrane,
Make Up,
Hashim,
Unrelated Segments,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Simply Red,
The Moleskins,
ABC,
The Modern Lovers,
Monks,
Television Personalities,
Stetsasonic,
One Last Wish,
Organ,
Aaron Thompson,
Erasure,
Minutemen,
Second Layer,
Nas,
Terry Callier,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.