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 Cyprus and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Ultra Naté,
Drexciya,
Skriet,
Ossler,
Robert Hood,
Brick,
H. Thieme,
Dual Sessions,
Donny Hathaway,
Intrusion,
The Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Circle Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Yellowson,
Visage,
Black Moon,
The Litter,
Black Flag,
Sex Pistols,
Magazine,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yazoo,
Surgeon,
Ponytail,
the Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
EPMD,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Massinfluence,
One Last Wish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hashim,
Excepter,
Moebius,
The Gap Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
The Doors,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young,
Jerry's Kids,
Niagra,
Grey Daturas,
the Human League,
David Axelrod,
Derrick Morgan,
Al Stewart,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rosa Yemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.