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 Somalia and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Birthday Party to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Intrusion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Interpol,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun City Girls,
New Order,
Amon Düül,
the Bar-Kays,
Panda Bear,
Infiniti,
The Names,
Lower 48,
Moebius,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Al Stewart,
The J.B.'s,
Girls At Our Best!,
Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Agitation Free,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mojo Men,
Television,
Das Ding,
Symarip,
The Zeros,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Lucky Dragons,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
The Invisible,
The Angels of Light,
Altered Images,
Urselle,
Brick,
Newcleus,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smoke,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Style,
the Association,
E-Dancer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Albert Ayler,
Fad Gadget,
Yusef Lateef,
Section 25,
Black Bananas,
Basic Channel,
Kas Product,
Godley & Creme,
Barclay James Harvest,
This Heat,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.