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 South Africa and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Jeru the Damaja to the funk 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Pagans,
Sun Ra,
Robert Görl,
Scratch Acid,
Pantytec,
The Dirtbombs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neu!,
Maleditus Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nas,
Gabor Szabo,
Thompson Twins,
Minutemen,
Con Funk Shun,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Smog,
JFA,
Von Mondo,
Jerry's Kids,
Lower 48,
Fad Gadget,
Babytalk,
Leonard Cohen,
the Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
OOIOO,
Model 500,
Pantaleimon,
The Gladiators,
Joe Finger,
kango's stein massive,
Blossom Toes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
Vainqueur,
Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Little Man,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lucky Dragons,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deakin,
Patti Smith,
Bill Near,
The Barracudas,
Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Howard Jones,
Siglo XX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Connie Case,
Funkadelic,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.