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 Saudi Arabia and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Smiths to the rock 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Slick Rick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flash Fearless,
The Zeros,
T. Rex,
Arcadia,
KRS-One,
Eric Copeland,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nico,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camberwell Now,
Man Parrish,
Lungfish,
Infiniti,
Cal Tjader,
Essential Logic,
Erykah Badu,
Grauzone,
Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Axelrod,
Kerrie Biddell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Holt,
Black Pus,
Panda Bear,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pylon,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris Corsano,
Jacques Brel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fad Gadget,
Severed Heads,
Mission of Burma,
The Skatalites,
Organ,
Depeche Mode,
Cymande,
Accadde A,
Andrew Hill,
Tom Boy,
Trumans Water,
Mo-Dettes,
Minutemen,
Khruangbin,
Sarah Menescal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slave,
Eli Mardock,
Skriet,
Barry Ungar,
Wally Richardson,
Q and Not U,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.