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 Congo and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the techno 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Essential Logic,
Wire,
Flash Fearless,
The Smoke,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
The Residents,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Techniques,
Carl Craig,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Sheep,
The Trojans,
FM Einheit,
Animal Collective,
Unwound,
Erykah Badu,
PIL,
Tommy Roe,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blackbyrds,
Brand Nubian,
Faust,
The Barracudas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Smog,
ABBA,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rosa Yemen,
Boz Scaggs,
Brick,
Kenny Larkin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Section 25,
the Bar-Kays,
The Human League,
Camouflage,
The Happenings,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reuben Wilson,
The Beau Brummels,
Basic Channel,
Parry Music,
Zero Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
La Düsseldorf,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Moon,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moleskins,
Rapeman,
Tubeway Army,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.