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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 H. Thieme to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Motions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terry Callier,
The Slackers,
Gang Starr,
The Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Liliput,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Busters,
The Litter,
Roxy Music,
Von Mondo,
Joe Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yellowson,
Rekid,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dawn Penn,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Circle Jerks,
Carl Craig,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cymande,
Essential Logic,
The Seeds,
Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
Vainqueur,
The Knickerbockers,
Niagra,
Symarip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crime,
Excepter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barbara Tucker,
The J.B.'s,
The Neon Judgement,
Easy Going,
Icehouse,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Panda Bear,
Black Pus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young,
Juan Atkins,
Iggy Pop,
Motorama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boogie Down Productions,
David McCallum,
R.M.O.,
Neu!,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.