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 Ecuador and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gong to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Mandrill,
Magma,
Clear Light,
The Fugs,
Stiv Bators,
The Names,
Livin' Joy,
Crooked Eye,
Mark Hollis,
Ludus,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
H. Thieme,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Underground Resistance,
Adolescents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Sonics,
Quantec,
One Last Wish,
Monolake,
Lower 48,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers,
Goldenarms,
Aswad,
Arab on Radar,
Eric B and Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
The Tremeloes,
Charles Mingus,
Japan,
Michelle Simonal,
Faust,
Wings,
The Litter,
Circle Jerks,
Urselle,
Q65,
Curtis Mayfield,
Massinfluence,
Royal Trux,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
FM Einheit,
LL Cool J,
Lindisfarne,
Rapeman,
ABBA,
Sandy B,
Fela Kuti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.