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 Guatemala and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Knickerbockers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Buzzcocks,
Marine Girls,
Animal Collective,
Lower 48,
Liliput,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Altered Images,
Half Japanese,
Make Up,
Rites of Spring,
K-Klass,
Mo-Dettes,
Unrelated Segments,
Letta Mbulu,
Dawn Penn,
Reuben Wilson,
Zero Boys,
Interpol,
10cc,
KRS-One,
the Slits,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Clarke,
Piero Umiliani,
Be Bop Deluxe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
In Retrospect,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Audionom,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy Collins,
Agent Orange,
Boz Scaggs,
Prince Buster,
John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Oblivians,
Stiv Bators,
Magma,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Iggy Pop,
La Düsseldorf,
Technova,
Motorama,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang On A Can,
EPMD,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hardrive,
Accadde A,
The Barracudas,
Nation of Ulysses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.