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 Cyprus and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Fraelich,
Deadbeat,
The Dead C,
Spoonie Gee,
Livin' Joy,
Drexciya,
Marshall Jefferson,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
R.M.O.,
In Retrospect,
Pylon,
Brass Construction,
Dead Boys,
the Slits,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gladiators,
Dark Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Axelrod,
Quadrant,
The Raincoats,
Mark Hollis,
June Days,
Pere Ubu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
K-Klass,
Sun City Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Fugazi,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chrome,
Sam Rivers,
Alphaville,
Hoover,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skaos,
Altered Images,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fat Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Rosa Yemen,
Aural Exciters,
F. McDonald,
Subhumans,
China Crisis,
Carl Craig,
Lungfish,
Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Faraquet,
The Trojans,
The Birthday Party,
The Detroit Cobras,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.