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 Cameroon and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Vogues to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faust,
Pierre Henry,
Anthony Braxton,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Half Japanese,
Skarface,
Clear Light,
Outsiders,
The Gladiators,
Mars,
Lakeside,
The Mummies,
Fela Kuti,
Dennis Brown,
Josef K,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deadbeat,
F. McDonald,
KRS-One,
Stiv Bators,
B.T. Express,
Altered Images,
New Age Steppers,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pretty Things,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nils Olav,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
Animal Collective,
Khruangbin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Traffic Nightmare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scientists,
Sun Ra,
Rites of Spring,
Groovy Waters,
Hashim,
Harmonia,
Arthur Verocai,
Porter Ricks,
The Durutti Column,
Zero Boys,
Intrusion,
Marvin Gaye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stetsasonic,
L. Decosne,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.