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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grime 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Amazonics,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Enemy,
Ornette Coleman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grey Daturas,
Rapeman,
Albert Ayler,
Mars,
Royal Trux,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Victims,
Brass Construction,
Thompson Twins,
Mr. Review,
The Golliwogs,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moody Blues,
The Slits,
Section 25,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crime,
The Skatalites,
Erykah Badu,
Eve St. Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Subhumans,
The Vogues,
Smog,
Bang On A Can,
John Coltrane,
Q65,
Aloha Tigers,
Aaron Thompson,
Hot Snakes,
The Smoke,
Groovy Waters,
Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Y Pants,
Silicon Teens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ossler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minutemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mummies,
Ituana,
Underground Resistance,
Surgeon,
Jacques Brel,
James White and The Blacks,
The Divine Comedy,
Mark Hollis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.