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 Egypt and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grunge 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Supertramp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Surgeon,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quantec,
Organ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Near,
Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scan 7,
Clear Light,
Magma,
Maurizio,
Quando Quango,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Beau Brummels,
Index,
Roxette,
Lou Reed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harmonia,
Isaac Hayes,
Khruangbin,
Schoolly D,
LL Cool J,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Star Department,
Second Layer,
Tubeway Army,
Essential Logic,
The Dead C,
Barrington Levy,
Public Enemy,
the Normal,
the Germs,
Tres Demented,
Alice Coltrane,
Wire,
Trumans Water,
Fad Gadget,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-Ray Spex,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Searchers,
Toni Rubio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Symarip,
John Foxx,
Archie Shepp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Banda Bassotti,
The Misunderstood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.