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 Kiribati and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Archie Shepp to the rock 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Kerri Chandler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tim Buckley,
Peter and Kerry,
The Young Rascals,
The Associates,
Cal Tjader,
Mandrill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quando Quango,
Gichy Dan,
The Skatalites,
The Golliwogs,
The Wake,
Graham Central Station,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Subhumans,
H. Thieme,
Make Up,
The American Breed,
Wire,
The Dead C,
The Trojans,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spoonie Gee,
Al Stewart,
Althea and Donna,
New Order,
This Heat,
Skriet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Ludus,
Clear Light,
Malaria!,
The Kinks,
The Beau Brummels,
Chrome,
Joyce Sims,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Wells,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Certain Ratio,
the Slits,
Schoolly D,
Shuggie Otis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Happenings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Style,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camberwell Now,
David Axelrod,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mars,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.