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 Finland and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Victims to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Warren Ellis,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
KRS-One,
The Zeros,
Soft Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Main Source,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Terry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fat Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Radio Birdman,
Symarip,
DJ Sneak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Stooges,
Oblivians,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
The Fall,
Pet Shop Boys,
AZ,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash,
T. Rex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yellowson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aural Exciters,
Tommy Roe,
Albert Ayler,
DNA,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Victims,
Wolf Eyes,
H. Thieme,
Tim Buckley,
Marshall Jefferson,
Can,
Make Up,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Sherman,
Joensuu 1685,
Brass Construction,
Wings,
The Cramps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.