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 Eritrea and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 This Heat to the grunge 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Dead C,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
The Knickerbockers,
Quadrant,
Yazoo,
Gichy Dan,
Rod Modell,
Henry Cow,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Finger,
Intrusion,
Laurel Aitken,
Animal Collective,
the Swans,
The Vogues,
Fluxion,
Tim Buckley,
The Fuzztones,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zapp,
Pantaleimon,
Quando Quango,
The Mojo Men,
Yellowson,
Gang Green,
The Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Letta Mbulu,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Osbourne,
Second Layer,
Brothers Johnson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doors,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lungfish,
Carl Craig,
Idris Muhammad,
Erasure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nik Kershaw,
The Skatalites,
David Axelrod,
Sarah Menescal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bush Tetras,
The Tremeloes,
Graham Central Station,
Reagan Youth,
a-ha,
Quantec,
The Grass Roots,
Piero Umiliani,
Deepchord,
Dawn Penn,
Heaven 17,
Suburban Knight,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.