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 Vanuatu and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Erykah Badu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Move,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minor Threat,
The Invisible,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Bauhaus,
UT,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacques Brel,
Reuben Wilson,
Maurizio,
Oneida,
Das Ding,
Mad Mike,
John Foxx,
Pagans,
DJ Style,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Görl,
Fugazi,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Babytalk,
Surgeon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bad Manners,
Hoover,
Porter Ricks,
Ten City,
Livin' Joy,
Inner City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Animal Collective,
The Count Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy Collins,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacob Miller,
Hashim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nico,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Silicon Teens,
The Kinks,
R.M.O.,
Minny Pops,
Essential Logic,
Rapeman,
The Divine Comedy,
Danielle Patucci,
Roger Hodgson,
Kayak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.