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 Liberia and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Oblivians to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gories,
the Bar-Kays,
Buzzcocks,
The Busters,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monks,
Joe Finger,
Smog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Inner City,
Juan Atkins,
The Misunderstood,
Dennis Brown,
Japan,
Liliput,
Supertramp,
Scion,
Boredoms,
Wally Richardson,
Simply Red,
Pierre Henry,
Lower 48,
Warsaw,
Hot Snakes,
The Beau Brummels,
Sex Pistols,
The Slits,
Accadde A,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
James White and The Blacks,
The Last Poets,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Evens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Flash Fearless,
Jacques Brel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fortunes,
Grey Daturas,
Mantronix,
The Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Von Mondo,
Q and Not U,
Q65,
The Martian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
In Retrospect,
Derrick Morgan,
Moby Grape,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.