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 Estonia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the crunk 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Absolute Body Control,
Saccharine Trust,
Rosa Yemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slick Rick,
Sandy B,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
The Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
Severed Heads,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Steve Hackett,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zero Boys,
Main Source,
The Velvet Underground,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Second Layer,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Modern Lovers,
Jandek,
The Smiths,
Siglo XX,
Pole,
Von Mondo,
The Leaves,
Moby Grape,
Buzzcocks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lungfish,
Glenn Branca,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mission of Burma,
X-102,
Dark Day,
The Monks,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young,
Heaven 17,
Procol Harum,
The Birthday Party,
New Order,
Dawn Penn,
Das Ding,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Trumans Water,
The Count Five,
Pylon,
The Flesh Eaters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.