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 Nauru and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Unrelated Segments to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Cheater Slicks,
Oblivians,
Junior Murvin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris & Cosey,
Saccharine Trust,
Funkadelic,
The Moleskins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Subhumans,
DJ Style,
Grey Daturas,
These Immortal Souls,
Jawbox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
The Knickerbockers,
Camouflage,
Rod Modell,
Kas Product,
Prince Buster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Clarke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arcadia,
The Last Poets,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang of Four,
La Düsseldorf,
Wasted Youth,
Lower 48,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Raincoats,
The Real Kids,
Japan,
Dawn Penn,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siglo XX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Main Source,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thompson Twins,
Alton Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Loose Ends,
Deakin,
Bill Wells,
Audionom,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Red Krayola,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.