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 Ecuador and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kevin Saunderson to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fortunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
Slick Rick,
Smog,
KRS-One,
the Association,
Alton Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fall,
Robert Hood,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Scratch Acid,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Bar-Kays,
Mandrill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gories,
Lightning Bolt,
Television Personalities,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minnie Riperton,
The Stooges,
Kerri Chandler,
Nas,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siglo XX,
Ornette Coleman,
Radio Birdman,
MC5,
The Sound,
The Cramps,
Suicide,
Gichy Dan,
Pylon,
The Blues Magoos,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott Heron,
Surgeon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Buckinghams,
Al Stewart,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smiths,
Camouflage,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Outsiders,
Minutemen,
Sällskapet,
Ultra Naté,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.