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 Egypt and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chris Corsano to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Donald Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Zapp,
The Count Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smoke,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Last Poets,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brand Nubian,
Absolute Body Control,
World's Most,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faust,
Interpol,
Delta 5,
The Modern Lovers,
Faraquet,
Urselle,
Wings,
Bauhaus,
Hashim,
Underground Resistance,
Ultravox,
Subhumans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonic Youth,
Flash Fearless,
June Days,
Organ,
Crooked Eye,
David McCallum,
The Red Krayola,
Hoover,
The Mojo Men,
Anakelly,
Gabor Szabo,
Pulsallama,
Radiohead,
CMW,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Outsiders,
The Dead C,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.