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 Finland and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Slits to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Alison Limerick,
The Names,
Dual Sessions,
Underground Resistance,
the Germs,
Wasted Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Kevin Saunderson,
U.S. Maple,
EPMD,
Los Fastidios,
Wally Richardson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Near,
Lalann,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Buckinghams,
The Cramps,
Roxy Music,
Panda Bear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Standells,
The Neon Judgement,
Warsaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
Marshall Jefferson,
Metal Thangz,
Maleditus Sound,
B.T. Express,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Saints,
Harry Pussy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young,
Delon & Dalcan,
World's Most,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultravox,
Quadrant,
Rotary Connection,
Q and Not U,
Black Flag,
Joey Negro,
Masters at Work,
Arcadia,
The Smiths,
Das Ding,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.