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 Iraq and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 D'Angelo to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Near,
cv313,
Hashim,
Loose Ends,
Japan,
Dawn Penn,
The Walker Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fortunes,
EPMD,
Sun Ra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Procol Harum,
Aaron Thompson,
Scrapy,
Radiohead,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flipper,
Jandek,
Fluxion,
Bluetip,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warsaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Ludus,
Donald Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blues Magoos,
Cecil Taylor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
FM Einheit,
Jacques Brel,
The Real Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Camouflage,
Thee Headcoats,
Livin' Joy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bush Tetras,
Ken Boothe,
F. McDonald,
Albert Ayler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare,
Lalann,
The Buckinghams,
Ultravox,
David Axelrod,
The Victims,
Groovy Waters,
Popol Vuh,
T. Rex,
Main Source,
Sound Behaviour,
the Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.