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 Ireland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Rufus Thomas to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
D'Angelo,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Near,
Matthew Bourne,
The Names,
The Gladiators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Angels of Light,
The Divine Comedy,
ABC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marmalade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yusef Lateef,
B.T. Express,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Little Man,
Main Source,
Half Japanese,
Metal Thangz,
Sister Nancy,
MC5,
8 Eyed Spy,
Piero Umiliani,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mark Hollis,
Ohio Players,
One Last Wish,
The Star Department,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sparks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smoke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Birthday Party,
Nirvana,
Kurtis Blow,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Fraelich,
Wire,
Alphaville,
Todd Terry,
Bob Dylan,
Kayak,
Toni Rubio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Iggy Pop,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.