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 El Salvador and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grime 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Desert Stars,
Delta 5,
The Fuzztones,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Wyatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Steve Hackett,
Ice-T,
Joey Negro,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sex Pistols,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Urselle,
Henry Cow,
Hasil Adkins,
Brothers Johnson,
Wolf Eyes,
The Names,
Gang Green,
The Standells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Smooth,
Yazoo,
The Move,
Yaz,
The Birthday Party,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T.S.O.L.,
ABC,
Niagra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter & Gordon,
The Evens,
Interpol,
Alton Ellis,
The Motions,
Fela Kuti,
R.M.O.,
The Gories,
10cc,
Subhumans,
The Cowsills,
Das Ding,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Slits,
The Victims,
Pantytec,
Connie Case,
Zapp,
Dennis Brown,
Donald Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Germs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Marine Girls,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.