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 Antigua and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michael McDonald 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 Oblivians to the funk 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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Suburban Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Susan Cadogan,
Idris Muhammad,
Mars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Terry,
Barry Ungar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Albert Ayler,
Juan Atkins,
China Crisis,
Minor Threat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brand Nubian,
The Vogues,
The Martian,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Litter,
Lakeside,
The Wake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Symarip,
Rufus Thomas,
Rekid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Desert Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Easy Going,
Nation of Ulysses,
Procol Harum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
Depeche Mode,
Jacob Miller,
The Standells,
Massinfluence,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warsaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monks,
Zero Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantaleimon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mad Mike,
The Cowsills,
ABC,
Faraquet,
Au Pairs,
Marmalade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harmonia,
Essential Logic,
Graham Central Station,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.