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 Mali and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Radio Birdman to the punk 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Talk Talk,
The Velvet Underground,
Von Mondo,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smoke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Albert Ayler,
Idris Muhammad,
Nico,
Depeche Mode,
Scrapy,
Circle Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Black Flag,
the Swans,
Oneida,
Bootsy Collins,
10cc,
Hoover,
Tres Demented,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Smooth,
The Gories,
Skriet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gladiators,
The Music Machine,
Country Teasers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ponytail,
Lyres,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flamin' Groovies,
Youth Brigade,
Dawn Penn,
Scan 7,
Interpol,
the Bar-Kays,
KRS-One,
Quando Quango,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Neon Judgement,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Grass Roots,
The Buckinghams,
Technova,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crooked Eye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.