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 Kyrgyzstan and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hot Snakes to the grime 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
the Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Accadde A,
The United States of America,
Quantec,
Matthew Bourne,
The Wake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Los Fastidios,
Shoche,
Ralphi Rosario,
F. McDonald,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Von Mondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David McCallum,
Anakelly,
Warren Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Mantronix,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
JFA,
Godley & Creme,
Babytalk,
Parry Music,
Jeff Lynne,
Symarip,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skarface,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
Newcleus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slick Rick,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
FM Einheit,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heaven 17,
The Real Kids,
Qualms,
The Raincoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angry Samoans,
Ice-T,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jawbox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Infiniti,
Procol Harum,
Glenn Branca,
Nils Olav,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.