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 Tuvalu and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grunge 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
David Bowie,
The Slits,
F. McDonald,
X-102,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eddi Front,
The Count Five,
Maurizio,
U.S. Maple,
Roxy Music,
The Mummies,
Magma,
Stetsasonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mo-Dettes,
Ten City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aural Exciters,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mojo Men,
The Saints,
Donald Byrd,
Mandrill,
Bizarre Inc.,
The New Christs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bronski Beat,
Parry Music,
Scratch Acid,
Erasure,
Laurel Aitken,
Sight & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
kango's stein massive,
The Index,
Soft Machine,
Don Cherry,
Spoonie Gee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Howard Jones,
Iggy Pop,
Sonic Youth,
Bad Manners,
The Moody Blues,
Arcadia,
Pantaleimon,
Vainqueur,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ken Boothe,
Intrusion,
Barrington Levy,
Vladislav Delay,
OOIOO,
Glenn Branca,
the Swans,
Zero Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Lucky Dragons,
The Wake,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.