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 Russia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Wolf Eyes to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Sällskapet,
Ronnie Foster,
The Durutti Column,
a-ha,
The Litter,
Alton Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crooked Eye,
Eve St. Jones,
Sister Nancy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brick,
The Slackers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deadbeat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fear,
L. Decosne,
Robert Görl,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare,
Charles Mingus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warsaw,
Wally Richardson,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Easy Going,
The Fortunes,
Babytalk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oblivians,
Animal Collective,
Trumans Water,
Josef K,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantytec,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Vogues,
The Gun Club,
The Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Stooges,
Warren Ellis,
The Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalann,
The Doors,
Bronski Beat,
Mad Mike,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.