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 Switzerland and from Stockholm.
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 Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rap 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Names,
Quantec,
Robert Görl,
Jacques Brel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anakelly,
Joey Negro,
David McCallum,
Black Flag,
Aloha Tigers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Susan Cadogan,
Maurizio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skriet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crooked Eye,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Lynne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shoche,
Pere Ubu,
Black Pus,
Rufus Thomas,
Spoonie Gee,
Sandy B,
The Dead C,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Slits,
Archie Shepp,
Half Japanese,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Von Mondo,
Zapp,
The Pop Group,
The Fugs,
Y Pants,
The Young Rascals,
Black Moon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cameo,
Bobby Womack,
The Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Vladislav Delay,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gun Club,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agent Orange,
The Neon Judgement,
The Real Kids,
Animal Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
Zero Boys,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.