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 Vanuatu and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Curtis Mayfield to the electroclash 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Model 500,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed,
Marc Almond,
the Slits,
Cybotron,
the Human League,
CMW,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers,
Junior Murvin,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fugs,
The Wake,
The Monochrome Set,
Groovy Waters,
Magma,
Wolf Eyes,
Fela Kuti,
Pantaleimon,
Hashim,
Flash Fearless,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marine Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick May,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Slick Rick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gong,
Scrapy,
Harmonia,
The Slackers,
Fugazi,
Jacob Miller,
Supertramp,
Lalo Schifrin,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aural Exciters,
Peter & Gordon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wally Richardson,
Sun City Girls,
U.S. Maple,
New York Dolls,
Sällskapet,
Angry Samoans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aaron Thompson,
Motorama,
Camouflage,
The Music Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.