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 Slovenia and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Monolake to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Make Up,
The Velvet Underground,
Swans,
The Zeros,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Freddie Wadling,
the Association,
X-101,
The Pretty Things,
Funkadelic,
Suburban Knight,
Juan Atkins,
Gang of Four,
Derrick May,
The Star Department,
Crash Course in Science,
T. Rex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tom Boy,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
KRS-One,
Little Man,
Neil Young,
F. McDonald,
Adolescents,
The Moleskins,
Grey Daturas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sex Pistols,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lungfish,
Darondo,
One Last Wish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Searchers,
Albert Ayler,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Josef K,
Jeff Mills,
Scan 7,
Mantronix,
Surgeon,
Theoretical Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
The United States of America,
Roger Hodgson,
Model 500,
Man Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television Personalities,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Invisible,
La Düsseldorf,
Motorama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.