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 Togo and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 the Bar-Kays to the crunk 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Prince Buster,
Niagra,
Arab on Radar,
Pole,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barbara Tucker,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed,
James White and The Blacks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aswad,
Wire,
The Shadows of Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Eddi Front,
Donald Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Piero Umiliani,
Sound Behaviour,
Sarah Menescal,
China Crisis,
Eli Mardock,
Goldenarms,
Tom Boy,
DJ Sneak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Halsall,
Lindisfarne,
The Leaves,
Bluetip,
The Doors,
Robert Hood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unwound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Angels of Light,
Davy DMX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Starr,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
New Age Steppers,
Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Index,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oneida,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Livin' Joy,
the Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.