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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Mr. Review to the punk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Wolf Eyes,
Ponytail,
Popol Vuh,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June of 44,
Model 500,
Jeff Mills,
Ohio Players,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Zeros,
The Selecter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bauhaus,
Minor Threat,
Masters at Work,
Robert Görl,
The Happenings,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare,
EPMD,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alphaville,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monolake,
Mandrill,
The Knickerbockers,
Slave,
Blancmange,
Buzzcocks,
Schoolly D,
In Retrospect,
Fatback Band,
Dennis Brown,
Qualms,
Sixth Finger,
Iggy Pop,
Sonic Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Con Funk Shun,
Rites of Spring,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
Glenn Branca,
The Velvet Underground,
kango's stein massive,
Das Ding,
Rekid,
Eli Mardock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Terry,
Lungfish,
Eurythmics,
Unrelated Segments,
Gichy Dan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radio Birdman,
Symarip,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.