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 Mauritania and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Half Japanese to the electroclash 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Red Krayola,
Grey Daturas,
Funkadelic,
Au Pairs,
Brass Construction,
Easy Going,
The Gladiators,
CMW,
10cc,
The Gories,
EPMD,
The Mojo Men,
X-101,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cybotron,
Chris Corsano,
Adolescents,
Aloha Tigers,
the Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
Black Moon,
F. McDonald,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Dolphy,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Wyatt,
Harmonia,
The Buckinghams,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül II,
Quadrant,
Terrestrial Tones,
Prince Buster,
the Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Magma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chrome,
Sparks,
Junior Murvin,
Rosa Yemen,
Steve Hackett,
Oneida,
Bluetip,
Monolake,
Young Marble Giants,
Visage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joyce Sims,
Moebius,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stockholm Monsters,
Tom Boy,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.