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 Syria and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crash Course in Science to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Juan Atkins,
The Sonics,
The Names,
Brothers Johnson,
the Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sandy B,
Public Enemy,
The Five Americans,
X-101,
Skarface,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Holt,
New Age Steppers,
Scientists,
The Fortunes,
the Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Carl Craig,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash,
10cc,
LL Cool J,
Massinfluence,
Fatback Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mummies,
This Heat,
Scratch Acid,
The Sound,
Minutemen,
Bobby Byrd,
EPMD,
Scrapy,
Judy Mowatt,
Saccharine Trust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Germs,
Tommy Roe,
Symarip,
Idris Muhammad,
Ornette Coleman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Raincoats,
Clear Light,
The Cure,
The Black Dice,
Michelle Simonal,
the Normal,
Jeff Mills,
Nils Olav,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.