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 Georgia and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aloha Tigers to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Groovy Waters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gregory Isaacs,
Isaac Hayes,
Simply Red,
Tubeway Army,
Ultravox,
Neil Young,
Althea and Donna,
The Move,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Khruangbin,
Donald Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Normal,
Camouflage,
Cybotron,
Colin Newman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Laurel Aitken,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rites of Spring,
Scratch Acid,
Shuggie Otis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marvin Gaye,
K-Klass,
The Music Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Radio Birdman,
Unwound,
Eden Ahbez,
Absolute Body Control,
The American Breed,
Q and Not U,
Ornette Coleman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Slits,
The Gap Band,
Goldenarms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott Heron,
Popol Vuh,
OOIOO,
Nick Fraelich,
48th St. Collective,
Trumans Water,
Fluxion,
Pierre Henry,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Sherman,
Franke,
Babytalk,
Godley & Creme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aloha Tigers,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.