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 Mauritania 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Blossom Toes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pretty Things,
The Durutti Column,
Buzzcocks,
kango's stein massive,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
The Real Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Symarip,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tears for Fears,
Cheater Slicks,
Surgeon,
Nation of Ulysses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Audionom,
Infiniti,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Slits,
Tom Boy,
Cal Tjader,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gun Club,
Newcleus,
Deepchord,
Zapp,
June Days,
Nico,
Barry Ungar,
Anthony Braxton,
Mars,
Zero Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Görl,
Negative Approach,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Womack,
Subhumans,
Gang Gang Dance,
OOIOO,
Animal Collective,
Alison Limerick,
Ornette Coleman,
Heaven 17,
Darondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Connie Case,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Khruangbin,
The Buckinghams,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.