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 Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 The Angels of Light to the punk 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Talk Talk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Hood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra,
Pulsallama,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Bowie,
Yazoo,
Kaleidoscope,
Magma,
Mo-Dettes,
Eddi Front,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Toni Rubio,
Anakelly,
The Victims,
Malaria!,
Alison Limerick,
Junior Murvin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Average White Band,
Severed Heads,
Von Mondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlback,
kango's stein massive,
Motorama,
PIL,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eden Ahbez,
The Litter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lakeside,
Johnny Osbourne,
DNA,
Royal Trux,
H. Thieme,
Cal Tjader,
Section 25,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Techniques,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skriet,
Moebius,
Rites of Spring,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Halsall,
The United States of America,
B.T. Express,
Porter Ricks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.