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 Sierra Leone and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the crunk 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Scratch Acid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Shadows of Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grauzone,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Enemy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Teasers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Accadde A,
Metal Thangz,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
Dennis Brown,
Sparks,
The Motions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faraquet,
The Golliwogs,
Minutemen,
Schoolly D,
Underground Resistance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Görl,
The Sonics,
Trumans Water,
Sixth Finger,
The Standells,
DJ Style,
Frankie Knuckles,
Simply Red,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smiths,
The Techniques,
Andrew Hill,
Television,
Maurizio,
Lucky Dragons,
Crooked Eye,
Darondo,
Nick Fraelich,
Excepter,
Wasted Youth,
John Lydon,
X-101,
The Gladiators,
Dave Gahan,
Scrapy,
X-102,
the Association,
Fugazi,
Mo-Dettes,
Morten Harket,
Ituana,
CMW,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.