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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
The Star Department,
Hasil Adkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Fania All-Stars,
David McCallum,
The Slits,
Buzzcocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smoke,
New Order,
Graham Central Station,
Maurizio,
Al Stewart,
Joe Finger,
Rekid,
Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Delta 5,
Black Moon,
Sällskapet,
Liliput,
Stereo Dub,
The Moody Blues,
Ultimate Spinach,
MC5,
Ice-T,
Theoretical Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hardrive,
the Normal,
Minutemen,
L. Decosne,
Ten City,
The Vogues,
Barry Ungar,
Suicide,
Youth Brigade,
Janne Schatter,
Charles Mingus,
The Barracudas,
Junior Murvin,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers,
The Misunderstood,
X-101,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gichy Dan,
Black Pus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donald Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
John Coltrane,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.