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 Croatia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Barrington Levy,
Flipper,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fugs,
Sam Rivers,
LL Cool J,
The Martian,
Lakeside,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultimate Spinach,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Foxx,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxy Music,
Derrick May,
John Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Bad Manners,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Standells,
a-ha,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalann,
John Holt,
Joe Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerri Chandler,
Ohio Players,
Davy DMX,
Donny Hathaway,
Jawbox,
the Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
Skriet,
Silicon Teens,
the Germs,
Kayak,
The United States of America,
kango's stein massive,
Kas Product,
The J.B.'s,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faraquet,
Gang Starr,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marmalade,
Grauzone,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Absolute Body Control,
Aswad,
Organ,
Surgeon,
Chrome,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Moon,
Yusef Lateef,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.