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 Guyana and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Jandek to the jazz 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Agent Orange,
Glenn Branca,
Hoover,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boredoms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
These Immortal Souls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Sherman,
Blake Baxter,
The Smiths,
Iggy Pop,
Clear Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Outsiders,
Aswad,
Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rekid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Sneak,
Tres Demented,
Black Moon,
Make Up,
Rapeman,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vladislav Delay,
Kenny Larkin,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Terry,
Donny Hathaway,
cv313,
Public Enemy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Saints,
Wire,
Matthew Halsall,
Easy Going,
The Durutti Column,
Camberwell Now,
The Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
Camouflage,
Khruangbin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Chris & Cosey,
June Days,
Stiv Bators,
David Axelrod,
the Human League,
Negative Approach,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.