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 Panama and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Davy DMX to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
the Association,
KRS-One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ludus,
F. McDonald,
Rosa Yemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glenn Branca,
The Raincoats,
Spandau Ballet,
Youth Brigade,
The Music Machine,
Dual Sessions,
The Golliwogs,
Nas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Residents,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deepchord,
Iggy Pop,
Index,
Essential Logic,
Pantaleimon,
Moebius,
Rod Modell,
D'Angelo,
Brand Nubian,
Alton Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Oneida,
Kerri Chandler,
Janne Schatter,
Bush Tetras,
Panda Bear,
Black Pus,
Surgeon,
The Gap Band,
Charles Mingus,
Eli Mardock,
Alice Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amazonics,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Wells,
Zero Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Godley & Creme,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Moon,
Scratch Acid,
Aswad,
Dead Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Barrington Levy,
Intrusion,
Goldenarms,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Bowie,
Public Enemy,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.