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 Netherlands and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rufus Thomas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Fluxion,
Hardrive,
David Axelrod,
Altered Images,
Cecil Taylor,
Half Japanese,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Franke,
Sun City Girls,
The Count Five,
Can,
Flash Fearless,
Technova,
Wire,
PIL,
Roxy Music,
MDC,
Dennis Brown,
The Moleskins,
Soul II Soul,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Sneak,
Kurtis Blow,
Soulsonic Force,
Jandek,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Essential Logic,
Oblivians,
Pussy Galore,
Eli Mardock,
B.T. Express,
Charles Mingus,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ohio Players,
Spoonie Gee,
Nas,
Goldenarms,
The Remains,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris Corsano,
Thompson Twins,
Shuggie Otis,
Scion,
The Wake,
ABC,
The Cure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yellowson,
Barrington Levy,
New York Dolls,
Popol Vuh,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.