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 Laos and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oblivians to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Absolute Body Control,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Fania All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young,
The Remains,
The Busters,
Yusef Lateef,
Laurel Aitken,
K-Klass,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Max Romeo,
Flipper,
Tom Boy,
The Golliwogs,
Cameo,
Skarface,
Janne Schatter,
Eve St. Jones,
Interpol,
Brand Nubian,
E-Dancer,
Dark Day,
Sugar Minott,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
David McCallum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Josef K,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faraquet,
The Leaves,
Ronan,
Joensuu 1685,
Lower 48,
Lindisfarne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
The Black Dice,
Depeche Mode,
Marmalade,
The New Christs,
Stockholm Monsters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Fluxion,
Metal Thangz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mantronix,
Chris Corsano,
Zapp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.