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 Bhutan and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Vogues to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young,
E-Dancer,
Television Personalities,
DNA,
Funky Four + One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deepchord,
Cecil Taylor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skriet,
PIL,
the Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
JFA,
Bobby Sherman,
The Kinks,
Nils Olav,
Fad Gadget,
Supertramp,
Lightning Bolt,
Visage,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
Anthony Braxton,
The Birthday Party,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry's Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Max Romeo,
Ossler,
Alice Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Yazoo,
Liliput,
the Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Moon,
Oblivians,
Scrapy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q and Not U,
Sexual Harrassment,
David McCallum,
Blancmange,
Brand Nubian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
U.S. Maple,
John Lydon,
Chrome,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unrelated Segments,
Minutemen,
Electric Prunes,
Fear,
The Black Dice,
Ken Boothe,
Toni Rubio,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.