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 Kyrgyzstan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonics to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
the Normal,
Roxette,
Cheater Slicks,
UT,
The Birthday Party,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Starr,
The Music Machine,
Faraquet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tres Demented,
Idris Muhammad,
Accadde A,
La Düsseldorf,
Ornette Coleman,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Barracudas,
Bluetip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chrome,
Essential Logic,
Nas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sam Rivers,
E-Dancer,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
Yazoo,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Sonics,
Infiniti,
Iggy Pop,
Sight & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
F. McDonald,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Standells,
Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Man Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Thompson Twins,
The Gladiators,
Severed Heads,
The Shadows of Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Little Man,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sound,
Model 500,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bauhaus,
Warren Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.