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 Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Brand Nubian,
Das Ding,
kango's stein massive,
Surgeon,
Alison Limerick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nas,
Cymande,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alton Ellis,
Minor Threat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul II Soul,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warsaw,
Maurizio,
The Wake,
Tubeway Army,
Tom Boy,
Skarface,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Scratch Acid,
The Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
Dead Boys,
Cluster,
Fluxion,
Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doors,
The Gladiators,
Vainqueur,
Depeche Mode,
Funkadelic,
Icehouse,
The Skatalites,
Jawbox,
Bizarre Inc.,
cv313,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ten City,
the Sonics,
Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Eve St. Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thompson Twins,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül,
Yazoo,
Audionom,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pussy Galore,
Hot Snakes,
Smog,
The Young Rascals,
The Smiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Moon,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.