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 Ethiopia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
June of 44,
Au Pairs,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smiths,
Todd Terry,
Henry Cow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donald Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lower 48,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Age Steppers,
Index,
The United States of America,
Outsiders,
JFA,
Rufus Thomas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Germs,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül,
Bluetip,
Basic Channel,
Swell Maps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
Glenn Branca,
Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Toasters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Prince Buster,
Gichy Dan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Simply Red,
Marine Girls,
The Gories,
Rites of Spring,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Audionom,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
D'Angelo,
The Music Machine,
The Count Five,
Guru Guru,
The Doors,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.