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 Rwanda and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 L. Decosne to the techno 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
DNA,
Average White Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Patti Smith,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Fraelich,
Funkadelic,
Tommy Roe,
Harmonia,
Von Mondo,
X-Ray Spex,
Warsaw,
MDC,
Bill Wells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yellowson,
Dawn Penn,
Vladislav Delay,
Godley & Creme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blues Magoos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grauzone,
The Selecter,
Todd Rundgren,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Sneak,
Drexciya,
The United States of America,
The J.B.'s,
Fear,
Unwound,
The Cure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Blancmange,
Symarip,
Hasil Adkins,
Fat Boys,
Anakelly,
The Divine Comedy,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hardrive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Susan Cadogan,
Leonard Cohen,
Joey Negro,
Letta Mbulu,
Crash Course in Science,
Boogie Down Productions,
Loose Ends,
Talk Talk,
a-ha,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.