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 Maldives and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the jazz 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
T.S.O.L.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sam Rivers,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spandau Ballet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Don Cherry,
Cal Tjader,
Wasted Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Symarip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amazonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hasil Adkins,
Masters at Work,
Mars,
Angry Samoans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Parry Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Saccharine Trust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Hood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tim Buckley,
Ice-T,
Iggy Pop,
Throbbing Gristle,
Essential Logic,
Kerri Chandler,
John Cale,
Soft Machine,
Liliput,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ten City,
Arcadia,
Graham Central Station,
Juan Atkins,
Al Stewart,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick May,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blues Magoos,
Tres Demented,
John Foxx,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Selecter,
The Offenders,
Roxy Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.