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 Belize and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 FM Einheit to the disco 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Radio Birdman,
David McCallum,
The Moody Blues,
John Holt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Bananas,
Faust,
MC5,
Chris & Cosey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Icehouse,
Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Sneak,
Dead Boys,
Joe Finger,
Tommy Roe,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Wake,
Donald Byrd,
Pylon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bad Manners,
Nils Olav,
Gong,
Hashim,
New Age Steppers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Star Department,
The Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Throbbing Gristle,
Carl Craig,
Moebius,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Young Rascals,
Davy DMX,
The Litter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cramps,
The Cure,
Eurythmics,
Faraquet,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Terry,
Eric Copeland,
Au Pairs,
Todd Rundgren,
Minny Pops,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Althea and Donna,
Mission of Burma,
D'Angelo,
OOIOO,
Easy Going,
Pussy Galore,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.