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 Antigua and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tommy Roe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Basic Channel,
Patti Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monks,
Rekid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pere Ubu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anakelly,
Quadrant,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Motions,
Rufus Thomas,
Outsiders,
Aswad,
The Smiths,
Ronnie Foster,
Bad Manners,
The Moody Blues,
Scratch Acid,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gun Club,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anthony Braxton,
The Evens,
Magma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABBA,
The Trojans,
Moss Icon,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mr. Review,
Saccharine Trust,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Residents,
Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Barracudas,
Fat Boys,
CMW,
Joyce Sims,
Cybotron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zero Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Urselle,
Rapeman,
Hot Snakes,
Khruangbin,
Sarah Menescal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blake Baxter,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.