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 Norway and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rapeman,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Finger,
Joyce Sims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Byron Stingily,
Jandek,
The Modern Lovers,
Audionom,
The Gap Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aural Exciters,
The Black Dice,
FM Einheit,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agitation Free,
Flash Fearless,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxy Music,
Franke,
Eurythmics,
Maleditus Sound,
Gong,
Isaac Hayes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Charles Mingus,
Livin' Joy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Malaria!,
The Pop Group,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jawbox,
Angry Samoans,
Faraquet,
Eric Copeland,
Lightning Bolt,
DNA,
Rotary Connection,
The Offenders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barrington Levy,
Fluxion,
Altered Images,
The Doors,
Excepter,
Junior Murvin,
Smog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bluetip,
Alton Ellis,
Fugazi,
Harpers Bizarre,
Can,
Mantronix,
Simply Red,
Anakelly,
Grey Daturas,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.