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 Tonga and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Wings to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Visage,
Morten Harket,
The Stooges,
Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Tres Demented,
Cal Tjader,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Germs,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Durutti Column,
Crime,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lindisfarne,
Nik Kershaw,
Subhumans,
Bob Dylan,
Roxette,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Walker Brothers,
Quantec,
Cluster,
Saccharine Trust,
Outsiders,
Sex Pistols,
Japan,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fugs,
The Black Dice,
Throbbing Gristle,
Half Japanese,
Khruangbin,
Radiopuhelimet,
EPMD,
Bill Near,
The Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
The Happenings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Urselle,
Cecil Taylor,
Supertramp,
Wasted Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barrington Levy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vladislav Delay,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Carl Craig,
Man Parrish,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.