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 Germany and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Neil Young to the dance 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Morten Harket,
Ponytail,
Sight & Sound,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reuben Wilson,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Bourne,
Scrapy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barrington Levy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oneida,
Alton Ellis,
Grauzone,
Joyce Sims,
The Saints,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oblivians,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angry Samoans,
Crime,
The Grass Roots,
The Music Machine,
Schoolly D,
Slick Rick,
The Techniques,
Quando Quango,
Tropical Tobacco,
H. Thieme,
Urselle,
The Kinks,
The Remains,
Funky Four + One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Motorama,
Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Altered Images,
Parry Music,
Symarip,
the Normal,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Minnie Riperton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heaven 17,
Can,
The Blues Magoos,
The Human League,
Sun City Girls,
Tommy Roe,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.