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 Comoros and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wings,
Inner City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
OOIOO,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gun Club,
The Red Krayola,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cluster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mars,
Cecil Taylor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doors,
Eric Copeland,
X-Ray Spex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Prince Buster,
The Barracudas,
Youth Brigade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sällskapet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scientists,
The Kinks,
The Happenings,
LL Cool J,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delta 5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Star Department,
Kaleidoscope,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suburban Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott Heron,
U.S. Maple,
Buzzcocks,
Index,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grauzone,
The Cowsills,
Little Man,
Unrelated Segments,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tim Buckley,
Carl Craig,
Chris Corsano,
John Coltrane,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.