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 United States 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harpers Bizarre to the jazz 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang On A Can,
Massinfluence,
Althea and Donna,
Harry Pussy,
Magma,
Lou Reed,
Mandrill,
Yusef Lateef,
Gichy Dan,
Mission of Burma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mars,
Kaleidoscope,
Scion,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Motions,
Newcleus,
Flash Fearless,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ten City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Von Mondo,
the Association,
Glenn Branca,
Graham Central Station,
Kayak,
The Real Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
Y Pants,
Vladislav Delay,
Dorothy Ashby,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantytec,
Kas Product,
Suicide,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unwound,
Roxette,
Hot Snakes,
MC5,
James White and The Blacks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bluetip,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Happenings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hashim,
Bad Manners,
The Mojo Men,
In Retrospect,
Monolake,
Isaac Hayes,
Inner City,
Peter & Gordon,
Fear,
Excepter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.