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 Thailand and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Mr. Review,
Intrusion,
Nirvana,
The Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Bauhaus,
Todd Rundgren,
Gichy Dan,
Flash Fearless,
Television,
The Dead C,
The Beau Brummels,
Letta Mbulu,
Q65,
Ludus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Connie Case,
Ronnie Foster,
Unwound,
Reuben Wilson,
X-101,
The American Breed,
New Age Steppers,
The Slackers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Section 25,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
Massinfluence,
Minutemen,
Masters at Work,
Roxy Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James White and The Blacks,
The Buckinghams,
AZ,
Radio Birdman,
The Pretty Things,
Brass Construction,
Isaac Hayes,
The Stooges,
Mad Mike,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Names,
Procol Harum,
Drexciya,
Pole,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Trojans,
Pantaleimon,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Association,
Zapp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sparks,
Hashim,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.