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 Iran and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brass Construction to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Funky Four + One,
The Last Poets,
EPMD,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Associates,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magma,
Minutemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Dual Sessions,
The Vogues,
Gong,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cluster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hoover,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Lydon,
Rekid,
Shoche,
Bang On A Can,
In Retrospect,
Ludus,
Underground Resistance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fall,
The Gories,
Zero Boys,
Todd Terry,
Bush Tetras,
Iggy Pop,
The Doobie Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Hill,
The Trojans,
Davy DMX,
Moby Grape,
Faraquet,
Harmonia,
These Immortal Souls,
Freddie Wadling,
The Tremeloes,
Donald Byrd,
Pylon,
Mandrill,
Connie Case,
Q and Not U,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Fraelich,
Excepter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Christie,
Black Pus,
Lyres,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.