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 Tunisia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Unrelated Segments to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Hashim,
John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sparks,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Colin Newman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Lydon,
Banda Bassotti,
ABC,
The Fall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Reagan Youth,
Agent Orange,
Reuben Wilson,
Nils Olav,
KRS-One,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter & Gordon,
Main Source,
Tubeway Army,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gories,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Scrapy,
The Victims,
The Skatalites,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-101,
Sällskapet,
Mad Mike,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kayak,
Anakelly,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sandy B,
Thee Headcoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
F. McDonald,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Newcleus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Real Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
Guru Guru,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soulsonic Force,
K-Klass,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young,
The Saints,
Index,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.