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 Armenia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Holger Czukay 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 Iggy Pop to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Panda Bear,
Ultra Naté,
Wally Richardson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The J.B.'s,
Hot Snakes,
Dennis Brown,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerri Chandler,
Hashim,
Alton Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Stooges,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dead C,
Marine Girls,
Adolescents,
Nico,
Eurythmics,
Connie Case,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pierre Henry,
the Germs,
Parry Music,
CMW,
Wire,
Todd Rundgren,
The Saints,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Cluster,
Royal Trux,
Make Up,
H. Thieme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quadrant,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Zeros,
the Slits,
X-102,
Vladislav Delay,
Lyres,
Essential Logic,
This Heat,
Mr. Review,
The Cowsills,
Drexciya,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unwound,
Loose Ends,
The Smiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doors,
The Mojo Men,
The Wake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
In Retrospect,
Boredoms,
Kayak,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.