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 Italy and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 The Standells to the dance 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Dead C,
Public Enemy,
The Searchers,
Ronnie Foster,
Juan Atkins,
Intrusion,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scratch Acid,
Pylon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shoche,
Cal Tjader,
Rapeman,
Scientists,
Ituana,
Eve St. Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Motions,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy Collins,
Angry Samoans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gories,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Teasers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pere Ubu,
Fugazi,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tubeway Army,
Pantytec,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cybotron,
Chrome,
Make Up,
Leonard Cohen,
B.T. Express,
Marcia Griffiths,
R.M.O.,
Arthur Verocai,
Curtis Mayfield,
Letta Mbulu,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Near,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed,
La Düsseldorf,
Subhumans,
Blossom Toes,
The Smiths,
Kas Product,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bad Manners,
Sexual Harrassment,
Silicon Teens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.