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 Madagascar and from Stockholm.
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 Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
H. Thieme,
Byron Stingily,
Tim Buckley,
Schoolly D,
Morten Harket,
Jawbox,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Fraelich,
Babytalk,
Malaria!,
Don Cherry,
Pole,
David Axelrod,
Flash Fearless,
Bang On A Can,
Funkadelic,
The Buckinghams,
Ornette Coleman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Desert Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Almond,
Camouflage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Outsiders,
The Real Kids,
Deakin,
Television,
FM Einheit,
Country Teasers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scientists,
Rod Modell,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Byrd,
the Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slackers,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultra Naté,
Toni Rubio,
The Evens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mission of Burma,
The Moleskins,
Chris & Cosey,
John Coltrane,
Crime,
Royal Trux,
The Golliwogs,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gladiators,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.