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 New Zealand and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Warren Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
New Age Steppers,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Last Poets,
Siglo XX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
a-ha,
Wings,
Deadbeat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Organ,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harry Pussy,
Severed Heads,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sister Nancy,
LL Cool J,
Hot Snakes,
John Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
Absolute Body Control,
Mission of Burma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minny Pops,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Colin Newman,
Franke,
Arthur Verocai,
Unrelated Segments,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camberwell Now,
Japan,
Public Enemy,
Parry Music,
Lakeside,
Joy Division,
Davy DMX,
Buzzcocks,
Warsaw,
Crime,
Sparks,
Neu!,
Gang of Four,
John Lydon,
Circle Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lindisfarne,
Susan Cadogan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Standells,
Sight & Sound,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.