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 Tajikistan and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vainqueur to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moleskins,
The Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Görl,
Marine Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nico,
Scott Walker,
Connie Case,
This Heat,
Slick Rick,
Yusef Lateef,
David Axelrod,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Wake,
Joe Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
Interpol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
John Holt,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Mills,
Hardrive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Sonics,
Nirvana,
The Gap Band,
Marc Almond,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Litter,
The Kinks,
Andrew Hill,
These Immortal Souls,
Deadbeat,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gun Club,
The Gladiators,
Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Von Mondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Terry,
Yellowson,
Half Japanese,
Suicide,
Eric Copeland,
Ossler,
Ten City,
Bush Tetras,
The Trojans,
Oneida,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Audionom,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.