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 Vietnam and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Wasted Youth to the crunk 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Con Funk Shun,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Guru Guru,
Neu!,
H. Thieme,
Dennis Brown,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Selecter,
Circle Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jandek,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare,
Joe Finger,
Rotary Connection,
Technova,
Hoover,
Laurel Aitken,
Moss Icon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Residents,
Symarip,
a-ha,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Groovy Waters,
The Associates,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed,
Royal Trux,
The Blues Magoos,
Ituana,
Tom Boy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Duran Duran,
Tomorrow,
Can,
The Tremeloes,
Jacques Brel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül II,
Alton Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Khruangbin,
CMW,
Oneida,
Mantronix,
Excepter,
Aswad,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
F. McDonald,
Smog,
Derrick Morgan,
Warren Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
Slave,
The Real Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Lalann,
Minor Threat,
The Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.