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 Tanzania and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 Arcadia 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Cluster,
Chris Corsano,
The Knickerbockers,
Minny Pops,
Kurtis Blow,
Desert Stars,
Anakelly,
The Vogues,
Bluetip,
Todd Terry,
Judy Mowatt,
The Index,
The Gories,
The Golliwogs,
Glenn Branca,
Sister Nancy,
The Tremeloes,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roger Hodgson,
Mr. Review,
Funkadelic,
Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yellowson,
10cc,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oneida,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalann,
DJ Style,
Goldenarms,
Junior Murvin,
Pole,
Peter & Gordon,
Rites of Spring,
Isaac Hayes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Sällskapet,
the Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drexciya,
These Immortal Souls,
Fad Gadget,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Connie Case,
Hasil Adkins,
Arab on Radar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Moon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stereo Dub,
Blancmange,
Visage,
Qualms,
Whodini,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.