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 Cameroon and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Techniques to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minor Threat,
Pierre Henry,
Quantec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Underground Resistance,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Hill,
Interpol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Trumans Water,
Black Pus,
Juan Atkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Zeros,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
Silicon Teens,
John Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Audionom,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Happenings,
Cal Tjader,
Fear,
Suburban Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
The Star Department,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Enemy,
Arcadia,
World's Most,
The Doors,
Spoonie Gee,
Cameo,
Popol Vuh,
Aloha Tigers,
Harry Pussy,
Stetsasonic,
X-102,
Alton Ellis,
The Real Kids,
Skaos,
Soul II Soul,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Michelle Simonal,
Glenn Branca,
Rod Modell,
The Blues Magoos,
Subhumans,
Mission of Burma,
The Fall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.