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 Argentina and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grime 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen 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?
Cameo,
Massinfluence,
Cluster,
Derrick May,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kas Product,
The Young Rascals,
Franke,
Groovy Waters,
Stetsasonic,
The Pop Group,
Urselle,
The Birthday Party,
Donald Byrd,
The United States of America,
Gabor Szabo,
Dark Day,
Los Fastidios,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siglo XX,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sarah Menescal,
Deakin,
The Trojans,
Scientists,
Iggy Pop,
Isaac Hayes,
Guru Guru,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rod Modell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T.S.O.L.,
Young Marble Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Harry Pussy,
Camouflage,
Niagra,
Bob Dylan,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minutemen,
Jeff Lynne,
R.M.O.,
Warsaw,
Charles Mingus,
Livin' Joy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New York Dolls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Pus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Susan Cadogan,
Half Japanese,
The Fugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.