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 Luxembourg 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Curtis Mayfield to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Pylon,
The Evens,
The Birthday Party,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
X-102,
Q and Not U,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Ossler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Make Up,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry's Kids,
Supertramp,
The Residents,
The Gap Band,
Black Bananas,
Ponytail,
Essential Logic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Archie Shepp,
D'Angelo,
the Sonics,
Davy DMX,
the Human League,
Khruangbin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Moon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magazine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rakim,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Clarke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
China Crisis,
The Smiths,
Ronnie Foster,
Kenny Larkin,
Barbara Tucker,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Procol Harum,
Eurythmics,
Wings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sarah Menescal,
The Saints,
John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Eli Mardock,
The United States of America,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.