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 Italy and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Ohio Players to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faraquet,
Stetsasonic,
Trumans Water,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James White and The Blacks,
Livin' Joy,
Negative Approach,
Bang On A Can,
Public Enemy,
The Associates,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nas,
The Skatalites,
Fugazi,
Lou Christie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
Graham Central Station,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ponytail,
DJ Style,
Jandek,
ABC,
Icehouse,
Quadrant,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smiths,
10cc,
The Seeds,
Black Sheep,
Soul II Soul,
Janne Schatter,
Moebius,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sällskapet,
Motorama,
KRS-One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New York Dolls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Organ,
E-Dancer,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Terry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ituana,
Lalann,
Deadbeat,
Derrick Morgan,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sandy B,
The Velvet Underground,
David Axelrod,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Babytalk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.