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 Turkmenistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Michelle Simonal to the grime 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Shoche,
The Knickerbockers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Circle Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Television Personalities,
The Selecter,
Niagra,
Fluxion,
Flash Fearless,
Dual Sessions,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stetsasonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ten City,
R.M.O.,
Brand Nubian,
Symarip,
The Durutti Column,
The Trojans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Saccharine Trust,
Deakin,
The Litter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nas,
Joy Division,
Morten Harket,
Essential Logic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brothers Johnson,
Camberwell Now,
Wings,
Derrick May,
Animal Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Order,
Juan Atkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gun Club,
Khruangbin,
Roxy Music,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mission of Burma,
Lucky Dragons,
Aaron Thompson,
Technova,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lower 48,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.