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 Iraq and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 The Cramps 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
Roxette,
DJ Sneak,
Yazoo,
Neil Young,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gap Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Guru Guru,
Wolf Eyes,
The Techniques,
Talk Talk,
Yellowson,
David Axelrod,
This Heat,
Buzzcocks,
Tres Demented,
Pylon,
Byron Stingily,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Khruangbin,
Pulsallama,
Schoolly D,
The Cramps,
The Motions,
Masters at Work,
Wire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faraquet,
Agent Orange,
Lou Christie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
The Slits,
Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Parry Music,
Ohio Players,
The Knickerbockers,
New York Dolls,
Terry Callier,
Sex Pistols,
The Gun Club,
Au Pairs,
Silicon Teens,
K-Klass,
The Smoke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.