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 Guatemala and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 Donald Byrd to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Wolf Eyes,
Ohio Players,
Maurizio,
Pole,
Moss Icon,
Crash Course in Science,
X-Ray Spex,
Angry Samoans,
Average White Band,
The Count Five,
EPMD,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Evens,
Isaac Hayes,
Negative Approach,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Move,
Marvin Gaye,
Barbara Tucker,
Mission of Burma,
Erasure,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Germs,
La Düsseldorf,
Barrington Levy,
The Cure,
Terry Callier,
Man Eating Sloth,
K-Klass,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suburban Knight,
The Kinks,
Eddi Front,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cowsills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flipper,
Pagans,
The Durutti Column,
Newcleus,
Brand Nubian,
Agent Orange,
Babytalk,
Hoover,
Bad Manners,
Max Romeo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cramps,
China Crisis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Animal Collective,
Black Flag,
Colin Newman,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Anthony Braxton,
The Wake,
Excepter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.