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 Tajikistan and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grime 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Eve St. Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Christie,
Infiniti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantytec,
Scratch Acid,
Spoonie Gee,
Lindisfarne,
Donald Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Rapeman,
Porter Ricks,
The Dead C,
Alice Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Lydon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maleditus Sound,
Aswad,
Radiohead,
The Moody Blues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slave,
Aloha Tigers,
Kaleidoscope,
Wally Richardson,
Television,
The Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
Ossler,
Sex Pistols,
Interpol,
Swell Maps,
Panda Bear,
Yellowson,
Pere Ubu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Clarke,
David Axelrod,
Isaac Hayes,
The Evens,
The Doors,
Masters at Work,
Amazonics,
Monolake,
Unrelated Segments,
Stetsasonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Judy Mowatt,
Thee Headcoats,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cure,
Jeff Mills,
Faraquet,
Lightning Bolt,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.