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 Madagascar and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Inner City to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quadrant,
Gang Green,
R.M.O.,
China Crisis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare,
Babytalk,
The Motions,
The Mojo Men,
Marine Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vladislav Delay,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Selecter,
Porter Ricks,
Aswad,
Echospace,
Ludus,
Ultra Naté,
Nils Olav,
Boz Scaggs,
H. Thieme,
The Angels of Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cramps,
The Durutti Column,
Slick Rick,
Moss Icon,
The Young Rascals,
Interpol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wasted Youth,
Animal Collective,
Make Up,
Anakelly,
Matthew Bourne,
The Litter,
The Neon Judgement,
The United States of America,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rapeman,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Trojans,
Half Japanese,
Accadde A,
Black Flag,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun City Girls,
Inner City,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June of 44,
The Music Machine,
Minny Pops,
Fear,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.