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 Benin and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Pagans,
Sun City Girls,
The Residents,
New Age Steppers,
The Fortunes,
D'Angelo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
K-Klass,
The Grass Roots,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fall,
the Sonics,
Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
Khruangbin,
Sight & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flipper,
Black Flag,
Byron Stingily,
Cluster,
Archie Shepp,
Section 25,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Japan,
June Days,
Fluxion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Henry Cow,
Suicide,
Sandy B,
Outsiders,
The Mummies,
David Axelrod,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pop Group,
Warsaw,
Minnie Riperton,
Eve St. Jones,
Inner City,
Grey Daturas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fad Gadget,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
This Heat,
The Wake,
Freddie Wadling,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cure,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Sheep,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.