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 Rwanda and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Jacques Brel to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Minor Threat,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick May,
Gichy Dan,
Skaos,
Symarip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rites of Spring,
Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gap Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Mars,
Sandy B,
Wings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minny Pops,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alton Ellis,
The Fugs,
Max Romeo,
Scrapy,
The Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Flag,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Joe Finger,
the Swans,
Arcadia,
Model 500,
Traffic Nightmare,
Talk Talk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hot Snakes,
Siglo XX,
Underground Resistance,
The Cure,
China Crisis,
Agent Orange,
Sun City Girls,
Camouflage,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
Porter Ricks,
Can,
The Associates,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Altered Images,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantytec,
Eddi Front,
In Retrospect,
cv313,
The Black Dice,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.