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 Vanuatu and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bang On A Can to the punk 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Byron Stingily,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Kinks,
The Mummies,
Anthony Braxton,
Funkadelic,
The Cramps,
Index,
AZ,
Monks,
Albert Ayler,
LL Cool J,
Unrelated Segments,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ituana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Essential Logic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Age Steppers,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monolake,
Brothers Johnson,
Fugazi,
Heaven 17,
MDC,
ABBA,
Public Enemy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tres Demented,
Q and Not U,
Hashim,
The Busters,
Barrington Levy,
Minor Threat,
Charles Mingus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Archie Shepp,
Clear Light,
Marine Girls,
Janne Schatter,
DNA,
Pulsallama,
John Foxx,
The Trojans,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Pylon,
The Smiths,
The Real Kids,
Inner City,
Rites of Spring,
The Smoke,
Godley & Creme,
Country Teasers,
Ornette Coleman,
Sex Pistols,
Blake Baxter,
Donny Hathaway,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.