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 Swaziland and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 Bobby Sherman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Unwound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neu!,
Groovy Waters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
Chrome,
X-Ray Spex,
Eurythmics,
Funkadelic,
Pere Ubu,
Japan,
Spoonie Gee,
Lucky Dragons,
Max Romeo,
Television,
Derrick Morgan,
Archie Shepp,
The Blues Magoos,
Sparks,
Essential Logic,
Au Pairs,
Lou Christie,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moody Blues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Agitation Free,
ABBA,
The Pretty Things,
Byron Stingily,
Tommy Roe,
Brothers Johnson,
Subhumans,
Sonic Youth,
EPMD,
The Offenders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vladislav Delay,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donny Hathaway,
Minor Threat,
Mad Mike,
John Foxx,
Heaven 17,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Terry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra,
Piero Umiliani,
The Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Standells,
K-Klass,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.