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 Indonesia and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grime 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Moody Blues,
The Sound,
K-Klass,
Gichy Dan,
Television,
The Shadows of Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Residents,
Negative Approach,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Adolescents,
Angry Samoans,
Cal Tjader,
Arab on Radar,
Yusef Lateef,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalann,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Pus,
Wire,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slits,
Minutemen,
Dennis Brown,
Ponytail,
Bush Tetras,
Motorama,
Lightning Bolt,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Sneak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Bananas,
Youth Brigade,
Wolf Eyes,
Moebius,
Sex Pistols,
The Alarm Clocks,
Average White Band,
The Mojo Men,
Index,
MDC,
Neu!,
Severed Heads,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Evens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Dolphy,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Audionom,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.