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 Spain and from Tokyo.
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 Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Brand Nubian to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gabor Szabo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moebius,
Yaz,
Groovy Waters,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare,
Skarface,
Make Up,
Pharoah Sanders,
Panda Bear,
Warsaw,
Boredoms,
Lower 48,
The American Breed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lindisfarne,
Rekid,
The Durutti Column,
Thee Headcoats,
The Saints,
Funky Four + One,
the Bar-Kays,
Shoche,
Fatback Band,
The Last Poets,
Gong,
Howard Jones,
Visage,
The Toasters,
Eric Dolphy,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Terry,
AZ,
Marmalade,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cramps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Guru Guru,
Joey Negro,
Charles Mingus,
Juan Atkins,
The Motions,
Hot Snakes,
PIL,
The Count Five,
Organ,
Soulsonic Force,
Hoover,
Tom Boy,
Anakelly,
U.S. Maple,
New Order,
Livin' Joy,
Sixth Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.