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 Malawi and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Can to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Lungfish,
The J.B.'s,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Durutti Column,
Youth Brigade,
Oneida,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Residents,
Dorothy Ashby,
Das Ding,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Wake,
Jandek,
Ronnie Foster,
H. Thieme,
The Cramps,
Todd Rundgren,
Skaos,
Iggy Pop,
The Dirtbombs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MDC,
Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
cv313,
a-ha,
Robert Wyatt,
the Swans,
Jeff Mills,
The Pretty Things,
Neu!,
The American Breed,
Pulsallama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Adolescents,
Deadbeat,
The Mojo Men,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
CMW,
Moss Icon,
Scion,
Judy Mowatt,
Minor Threat,
Magma,
Nas,
The Doors,
Magazine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Terry,
Sun City Girls,
Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Wasted Youth,
The Zeros,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.