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 Yemen and from London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Khruangbin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Moon,
Susan Cadogan,
The Seeds,
Second Layer,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Godley & Creme,
Absolute Body Control,
Hasil Adkins,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Womack,
Delta 5,
Harry Pussy,
Masters at Work,
Gichy Dan,
Aaron Thompson,
Desert Stars,
Chrome,
Ice-T,
X-102,
Television,
Peter and Kerry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shuggie Otis,
the Bar-Kays,
Unrelated Segments,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Enemy,
Mark Hollis,
The Pretty Things,
Judy Mowatt,
Severed Heads,
Guru Guru,
Junior Murvin,
Underground Resistance,
Sparks,
Angry Samoans,
The Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quadrant,
Pere Ubu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aural Exciters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amazonics,
Donald Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
Basic Channel,
The Modern Lovers,
Fluxion,
MC5,
Kerri Chandler,
Cybotron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.