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 Macedonia and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Sun Ra to the grunge 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
X-101,
The Happenings,
The Pretty Things,
Index,
The Selecter,
the Bar-Kays,
Porter Ricks,
The Busters,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare,
Public Enemy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
K-Klass,
The Gap Band,
The American Breed,
Marcia Griffiths,
AZ,
Trumans Water,
The Smiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nils Olav,
Eric B and Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
Bush Tetras,
Excepter,
Minor Threat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sister Nancy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tears for Fears,
Roger Hodgson,
Quantec,
The Kinks,
The Young Rascals,
Sällskapet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
Scion,
In Retrospect,
Jerry's Kids,
Lindisfarne,
The Wake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Symarip,
Todd Terry,
Livin' Joy,
Zapp,
The J.B.'s,
Mo-Dettes,
Skaos,
Smog,
Depeche Mode,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Mills,
Aswad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.