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 Botswana 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 The Martian to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Idris Muhammad,
Clear Light,
Kayak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jandek,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quantec,
Thee Headcoats,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arthur Verocai,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
K-Klass,
Motorama,
Gang of Four,
Rosa Yemen,
Visage,
Wally Richardson,
Janne Schatter,
Vainqueur,
Crooked Eye,
The Moleskins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jawbox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül II,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smoke,
Lightning Bolt,
the Normal,
Aural Exciters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
The Cowsills,
Flipper,
World's Most,
Ohio Players,
Rites of Spring,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Bourne,
Radio Birdman,
OOIOO,
Slick Rick,
The Red Krayola,
Agitation Free,
Derrick May,
Davy DMX,
Roxette,
Von Mondo,
Niagra,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.