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 Montenegro and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pulsallama to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Minutemen,
Hoover,
The Knickerbockers,
Thompson Twins,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Dolphy,
Eve St. Jones,
Deadbeat,
Symarip,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Invisible,
Sällskapet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Offenders,
Hardrive,
Bob Dylan,
The Young Rascals,
Gang of Four,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ohio Players,
Bang On A Can,
Peter & Gordon,
Gichy Dan,
Dark Day,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Starr,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ken Boothe,
Technova,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dead C,
The Move,
Kayak,
Boz Scaggs,
Ten City,
DJ Sneak,
Underground Resistance,
Outsiders,
Lakeside,
Popol Vuh,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Rundgren,
Swell Maps,
Urselle,
Silicon Teens,
Roxy Music,
Iggy Pop,
Mad Mike,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tim Buckley,
Wings,
The Martian,
Vainqueur,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.