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 Korea North 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Easy Going to the grime 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Negative Approach,
The Birthday Party,
These Immortal Souls,
Eddi Front,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Janne Schatter,
Alice Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Charles Mingus,
The Saints,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cheater Slicks,
Kurtis Blow,
Animal Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Masters at Work,
Isaac Hayes,
Blake Baxter,
Laurel Aitken,
Tubeway Army,
T.S.O.L.,
Carl Craig,
Main Source,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kenny Larkin,
Junior Murvin,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Vogues,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Velvet Underground,
Rufus Thomas,
AZ,
DNA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Motorama,
Ice-T,
Ituana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Order,
The Buckinghams,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül,
The Names,
The Music Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Clear Light,
U.S. Maple,
Surgeon,
New York Dolls,
Porter Ricks,
Tim Buckley,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultravox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Intrusion,
Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.