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 Gambia and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rap 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Sun City Girls,
John Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Bourne,
Bauhaus,
Cecil Taylor,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Green,
Mars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Toasters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Guru Guru,
Leonard Cohen,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Hood,
Ludus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
In Retrospect,
Man Eating Sloth,
Davy DMX,
Mantronix,
Tommy Roe,
Spandau Ballet,
the Germs,
The Gories,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crooked Eye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sound,
John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
Clear Light,
Wire,
The Beau Brummels,
The Buckinghams,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Terry,
The Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
Jandek,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pussy Galore,
The Selecter,
Buzzcocks,
Yaz,
Newcleus,
Johnny Clarke,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Offenders,
Spoonie Gee,
Kas Product,
Mark Hollis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Letta Mbulu,
Jawbox,
Dead Boys,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.