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 Djibouti and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the dance 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultravox,
Cymande,
U.S. Maple,
The Slackers,
New York Dolls,
The Durutti Column,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Womack,
Gong,
Oblivians,
The Gap Band,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Rapeman,
the Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nas,
Arab on Radar,
David Bowie,
Malaria!,
Bill Near,
The Saints,
Brothers Johnson,
David Axelrod,
Absolute Body Control,
Pylon,
Banda Bassotti,
Duran Duran,
The Red Krayola,
Aswad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
Iggy Pop,
One Last Wish,
T.S.O.L.,
Smog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ice-T,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Outsiders,
The Neon Judgement,
the Germs,
The Fall,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marine Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
These Immortal Souls,
The Skatalites,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.