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 Serbia and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Eric B and Rakim to the jazz 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Kool Moe Dee,
Morten Harket,
Adolescents,
Pulsallama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Terry,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fugs,
Arthur Verocai,
Suburban Knight,
the Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Tommy Roe,
PIL,
Ponytail,
The Cowsills,
The Last Poets,
The Litter,
The Sound,
Icehouse,
Minor Threat,
Slick Rick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Whodini,
Rod Modell,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Human League,
The Names,
Michelle Simonal,
The Trojans,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reagan Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Saints,
Bobby Sherman,
the Swans,
Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Sällskapet,
Rosa Yemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Wings,
Q and Not U,
Deakin,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Moss Icon,
Suicide,
Nils Olav,
Supertramp,
Barbara Tucker,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.