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 Estonia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Michelle Simonal to the rap 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Leaves,
Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Eating Sloth,
Infiniti,
Joe Finger,
The Durutti Column,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker,
Arab on Radar,
Kas Product,
Sugar Minott,
Negative Approach,
Kaleidoscope,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Make Up,
CMW,
Ponytail,
Suicide,
Basic Channel,
a-ha,
The Mojo Men,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Enemy,
PIL,
Scan 7,
The Gories,
JFA,
Throbbing Gristle,
One Last Wish,
Duran Duran,
Eurythmics,
The Kinks,
the Germs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Prince Buster,
Animal Collective,
Little Man,
The Young Rascals,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
The Toasters,
the Bar-Kays,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reagan Youth,
The Black Dice,
Nas,
Tres Demented,
Yazoo,
Moby Grape,
The Wake,
Avey Tare,
Radiohead,
The Fortunes,
Juan Atkins,
John Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.