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 Papua New Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 June Days to the disco 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Vladislav Delay,
Sister Nancy,
Donny Hathaway,
Underground Resistance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deakin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Trumans Water,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Busters,
Absolute Body Control,
Camouflage,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Josef K,
The Gun Club,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Qualms,
Subhumans,
Fluxion,
DJ Sneak,
Arab on Radar,
Hashim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Basic Channel,
Y Pants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brick,
E-Dancer,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doors,
Zapp,
Unwound,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Sonics,
Average White Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Smog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Simply Red,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amazonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Connie Case,
Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Rotary Connection,
Oblivians,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
China Crisis,
Toni Rubio,
Reuben Wilson,
The Associates,
F. McDonald,
Agent Orange,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.