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 Malta and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Maleditus Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim 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?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeru the Damaja,
Urselle,
The Saints,
Ohio Players,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter & Gordon,
Don Cherry,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Sherman,
Trumans Water,
Unwound,
The Vogues,
the Sonics,
Surgeon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minor Threat,
Marmalade,
Schoolly D,
Gerry Rafferty,
Negative Approach,
Pantytec,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doors,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Neon Judgement,
Whodini,
OOIOO,
Joyce Sims,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kas Product,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Buckinghams,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Teasers,
The Fuzztones,
MDC,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Swans,
DNA,
Zero Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stereo Dub,
Sandy B,
Underground Resistance,
The Pop Group,
Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
Pulsallama,
Yellowson,
Black Moon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mary Jane Girls,
Junior Murvin,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.