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 Malawi and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Graham Central Station to the crunk 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Loose Ends,
The Knickerbockers,
The Buckinghams,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Khruangbin,
Peter & Gordon,
Lucky Dragons,
Mission of Burma,
Livin' Joy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camouflage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slackers,
Minny Pops,
The Monochrome Set,
Tom Boy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jandek,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barbara Tucker,
Mr. Review,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Hill,
Piero Umiliani,
Talk Talk,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fortunes,
Aswad,
The New Christs,
The Star Department,
Dark Day,
The Barracudas,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang of Four,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Byron Stingily,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Joyce Sims,
Magma,
Black Flag,
Bill Wells,
Deepchord,
Gichy Dan,
Tubeway Army,
Buzzcocks,
MC5,
Rufus Thomas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.