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 Panama and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Suicide to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Albert Ayler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cluster,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dirtbombs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tubeway Army,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Sneak,
The Remains,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sandy B,
Neu!,
Agitation Free,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronan,
Brand Nubian,
Marmalade,
the Normal,
Main Source,
B.T. Express,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Smog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fatback Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sound Behaviour,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Style,
Johnny Clarke,
Letta Mbulu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Severed Heads,
Joe Finger,
Mission of Burma,
David Bowie,
Alice Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Wolf Eyes,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
Bill Near,
The Cowsills,
The Selecter,
Don Cherry,
The Velvet Underground,
Buzzcocks,
Peter & Gordon,
Pulsallama,
Make Up,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.