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 Iran and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Procol Harum to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Dawn Penn,
The Index,
Judy Mowatt,
The Invisible,
The Offenders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Vogues,
Pylon,
Nick Fraelich,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mission of Burma,
Whodini,
Thee Headcoats,
Tubeway Army,
ABC,
The Move,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lindisfarne,
Gichy Dan,
Rapeman,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drexciya,
Peter & Gordon,
Amazonics,
China Crisis,
Pulsallama,
Tres Demented,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rod Modell,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hashim,
Tim Buckley,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nirvana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deakin,
The Remains,
The Fall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Das Ding,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Rakim,
Lyres,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eli Mardock,
Saccharine Trust,
Fluxion,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.