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 Bangladesh and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Tom Boy to the punk 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
The Leaves,
The Motions,
Sixth Finger,
The Black Dice,
Zero Boys,
Guru Guru,
Fatback Band,
Janne Schatter,
The Blackbyrds,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ponytail,
Warren Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Wyatt,
The Searchers,
Hot Snakes,
The Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fat Boys,
Symarip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Teasers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gun Club,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Con Funk Shun,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Last Poets,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ten City,
Idris Muhammad,
Danielle Patucci,
the Human League,
Massinfluence,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick May,
Sparks,
Gichy Dan,
LL Cool J,
Outsiders,
Joey Negro,
The Misunderstood,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.