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 Slovakia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Fatback Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Christie,
EPMD,
Don Cherry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hardrive,
Cybotron,
Tres Demented,
Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
The United States of America,
New Age Steppers,
Zapp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mojo Men,
Can,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Görl,
The Index,
The J.B.'s,
Ohio Players,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Das Ding,
Eddi Front,
Marvin Gaye,
Lower 48,
Negative Approach,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fad Gadget,
June of 44,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
Sugar Minott,
Pulsallama,
Section 25,
Cheater Slicks,
Carl Craig,
Country Teasers,
Saccharine Trust,
Drexciya,
Main Source,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Charles Mingus,
Wings,
The Zeros,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang On A Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grauzone,
Stetsasonic,
The Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
The Names,
Flamin' Groovies,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.