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 Bangladesh and from Halifax.
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 Lille and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Audionom,
Yellowson,
Second Layer,
Blake Baxter,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dead C,
Barbara Tucker,
Agitation Free,
Malaria!,
Qualms,
Los Fastidios,
Maleditus Sound,
EPMD,
The Walker Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Residents,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yaz,
The Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arthur Verocai,
June of 44,
Black Pus,
Half Japanese,
Todd Rundgren,
the Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
In Retrospect,
Alton Ellis,
Patti Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Fat Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris & Cosey,
Accadde A,
Gang Starr,
Brick,
Gichy Dan,
Public Enemy,
The Divine Comedy,
The Count Five,
Duran Duran,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nirvana,
The Wake,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grauzone,
Todd Terry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.