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 Taiwan and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fatback Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Reuben Wilson,
Von Mondo,
Soft Machine,
Tom Boy,
Eve St. Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
Theoretical Girls,
Trumans Water,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smoke,
The Fortunes,
Siglo XX,
Gabor Szabo,
Freddie Wadling,
Lightning Bolt,
Ornette Coleman,
The Skatalites,
Moss Icon,
The Neon Judgement,
Audionom,
Ultra Naté,
U.S. Maple,
John Holt,
Suburban Knight,
Eddi Front,
Don Cherry,
Rites of Spring,
Archie Shepp,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anthony Braxton,
Pet Shop Boys,
D'Angelo,
Chrome,
The Young Rascals,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Supertramp,
Junior Murvin,
Mark Hollis,
Silicon Teens,
Dark Day,
Todd Terry,
Royal Trux,
Kevin Saunderson,
K-Klass,
Wally Richardson,
Max Romeo,
New York Dolls,
Marmalade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warren Ellis,
June of 44,
The Kinks,
Altered Images,
Piero Umiliani,
Cecil Taylor,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.