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 Portugal and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Lakeside to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Fatback Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terry Callier,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-101,
Archie Shepp,
The Birthday Party,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
LL Cool J,
Cal Tjader,
Kayak,
Agent Orange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mo-Dettes,
The Busters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neu!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Flag,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rod Modell,
Interpol,
ABBA,
Niagra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiohead,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gladiators,
Make Up,
Nils Olav,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Main Source,
Popol Vuh,
Pere Ubu,
The Vogues,
Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Hill,
H. Thieme,
Duran Duran,
Todd Terry,
T. Rex,
Desert Stars,
The Names,
Minor Threat,
Altered Images,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heaven 17,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moebius,
Sex Pistols,
Radiopuhelimet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.