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 Mauritania and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Aloha Tigers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Charles Mingus,
The Detroit Cobras,
PIL,
Quantec,
Scion,
The Vogues,
Organ,
Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rotary Connection,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amazonics,
Dark Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
EPMD,
Ten City,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Enemy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonic Youth,
Janne Schatter,
L. Decosne,
Yellowson,
David Axelrod,
Bill Wells,
Brick,
Joe Smooth,
Slick Rick,
The United States of America,
Skriet,
Sister Nancy,
Audionom,
Essential Logic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Barracudas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marine Girls,
Magma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Half Japanese,
The Mojo Men,
Faust,
Freddie Wadling,
Sex Pistols,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Martian,
Ituana,
Rufus Thomas,
The Evens,
Surgeon,
Gong,
The Standells,
Grey Daturas,
The Golliwogs,
Ultravox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.