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 Argentina and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Ten City to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Smog,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Womack,
Wolf Eyes,
U.S. Maple,
Unwound,
The Toasters,
Talk Talk,
The Slackers,
Spoonie Gee,
Yazoo,
Oneida,
Donald Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Darondo,
Pussy Galore,
Barbara Tucker,
The Buckinghams,
Theoretical Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Bad Manners,
the Swans,
Roxy Music,
World's Most,
Clear Light,
Q and Not U,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Procol Harum,
Henry Cow,
Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
Bobby Byrd,
Mad Mike,
The Human League,
Pagans,
Royal Trux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suburban Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harmonia,
The Motions,
Ronan,
Von Mondo,
Hot Snakes,
Glenn Branca,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blues Magoos,
Reuben Wilson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joey Negro,
Charles Mingus,
John Lydon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unrelated Segments,
Sight & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.