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 Bahamas and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Divine Comedy,
X-102,
Royal Trux,
Public Enemy,
Magma,
Nick Fraelich,
Gabor Szabo,
The Selecter,
Bauhaus,
Black Moon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hardrive,
Audionom,
Bush Tetras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
Andrew Hill,
John Cale,
Eurythmics,
Ornette Coleman,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Style,
This Heat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zero Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rotary Connection,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Teasers,
the Association,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sam Rivers,
Inner City,
Terry Callier,
Zapp,
Colin Newman,
Hoover,
Second Layer,
The Names,
Joe Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cal Tjader,
LL Cool J,
Supertramp,
Sonic Youth,
Organ,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dark Day,
Interpol,
Funky Four + One,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.