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 Poland and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Connie Case to the techno 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Q and Not U,
the Germs,
Flipper,
James White and The Blacks,
Minutemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anthony Braxton,
Piero Umiliani,
Quadrant,
Interpol,
The Count Five,
Darondo,
China Crisis,
Godley & Creme,
World's Most,
Ken Boothe,
Half Japanese,
the Normal,
Bobby Byrd,
The Move,
Rod Modell,
The Divine Comedy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dead C,
Bush Tetras,
John Holt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magma,
Soul II Soul,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Selecter,
Unwound,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Sneak,
The Raincoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pylon,
Blake Baxter,
Liliput,
X-Ray Spex,
Kaleidoscope,
Cheater Slicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Supertramp,
cv313,
The Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Organ,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joy Division,
New Age Steppers,
Pole,
Fear,
Metal Thangz,
The Neon Judgement,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.