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 Ethiopia 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Slick Rick to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Terry Callier,
Soul II Soul,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fuzztones,
Swell Maps,
Dead Boys,
The Move,
Aaron Thompson,
Hoover,
Wings,
June of 44,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gong,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Axelrod,
Amazonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
Bob Dylan,
Ten City,
The Five Americans,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Spoonie Gee,
Morten Harket,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fall,
Black Bananas,
Colin Newman,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Enemy,
ABC,
H. Thieme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Tremeloes,
Ken Boothe,
Basic Channel,
Average White Band,
The Black Dice,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Niagra,
Mark Hollis,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
The Human League,
The Mummies,
Ornette Coleman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joy Division,
Altered Images,
The Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.