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 Swaziland and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Iggy Pop to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
the Bar-Kays,
Kevin Saunderson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joyce Sims,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Bananas,
Panda Bear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dark Day,
David McCallum,
Pantytec,
The Martian,
The J.B.'s,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Adolescents,
Symarip,
The Gun Club,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Can,
Surgeon,
Thompson Twins,
John Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Bad Manners,
Lightning Bolt,
Siglo XX,
Pylon,
Susan Cadogan,
Livin' Joy,
Black Pus,
The Pop Group,
Bronski Beat,
The Busters,
The Buckinghams,
Scrapy,
Q and Not U,
Scan 7,
Arab on Radar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Eli Mardock,
Moss Icon,
Clear Light,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Tremeloes,
a-ha,
Amon Düül II,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fortunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Dennis Brown,
the Normal,
Man Eating Sloth,
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.