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 Lithuania and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
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 harpsichord 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 Marine Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Derrick Morgan,
Kenny Larkin,
The Golliwogs,
Mars,
Desert Stars,
The United States of America,
Girls At Our Best!,
David McCallum,
The Durutti Column,
Mark Hollis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Japan,
Scrapy,
Marine Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Lyres,
Vladislav Delay,
Charles Mingus,
Slave,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sam Rivers,
X-102,
The Litter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Intrusion,
the Bar-Kays,
Aswad,
Buzzcocks,
Gichy Dan,
The Selecter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Make Up,
Infiniti,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Nik Kershaw,
E-Dancer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cecil Taylor,
The Raincoats,
Al Stewart,
Flipper,
R.M.O.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Iggy Pop,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pere Ubu,
Bronski Beat,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.