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 Solomon Islands and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the punk 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Dolphy,
D'Angelo,
T.S.O.L.,
The Young Rascals,
Charles Mingus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ohio Players,
Crooked Eye,
The Monks,
the Human League,
The Music Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Warren Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mo-Dettes,
Leonard Cohen,
Lightning Bolt,
The Litter,
Sonic Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Talk Talk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Albert Ayler,
Anakelly,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maleditus Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Modern Lovers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mars,
Black Moon,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Hood,
The Slackers,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Henry Cow,
Whodini,
The Standells,
New York Dolls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marine Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June of 44,
Crispy Ambulance,
The J.B.'s,
Jeru the Damaja,
Index,
The American Breed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.