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 China and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Gil Scott Heron 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Clear Light,
Dead Boys,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxy Music,
Wasted Youth,
Max Romeo,
Boz Scaggs,
Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Move,
Fugazi,
Adolescents,
Quadrant,
These Immortal Souls,
The Count Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harry Pussy,
Accadde A,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barrington Levy,
The Moody Blues,
The Modern Lovers,
Scratch Acid,
Rod Modell,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Knickerbockers,
the Germs,
The Vogues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magazine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Holt,
Skarface,
Guru Guru,
Vainqueur,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Terry,
The Pretty Things,
Prince Buster,
Saccharine Trust,
The United States of America,
Bill Wells,
Roger Hodgson,
The Raincoats,
Deakin,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smiths,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Womack,
Organ,
A Certain Ratio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Association,
Freddie Wadling,
Joey Negro,
L. Decosne,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smoke,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.