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 Eritrea and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Lalann to the techno 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Ituana,
Iggy Pop,
Grauzone,
Monolake,
Public Enemy,
Howard Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
New York Dolls,
Gichy Dan,
Dead Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythm & Sound,
Index,
Lungfish,
Magma,
The Trojans,
DNA,
Fear,
Minnie Riperton,
Donny Hathaway,
X-Ray Spex,
Angry Samoans,
L. Decosne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agitation Free,
The Cure,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy Collins,
David Axelrod,
R.M.O.,
PIL,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Siglo XX,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vainqueur,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Terry,
New Age Steppers,
Lucky Dragons,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Selecter,
Alice Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unrelated Segments,
Ornette Coleman,
Boz Scaggs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Halsall,
Smog,
D'Angelo,
T. Rex,
Bobby Sherman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultravox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.