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 United States and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kenny Larkin to the rock 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Chrome,
The Cramps,
Fugazi,
Mission of Burma,
Rites of Spring,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
H. Thieme,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Icehouse,
The Velvet Underground,
Young Marble Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
The Stooges,
The Barracudas,
Bizarre Inc.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Josef K,
Minor Threat,
Lucky Dragons,
Funky Four + One,
Alton Ellis,
Television,
Y Pants,
Quadrant,
Pussy Galore,
Lindisfarne,
Idris Muhammad,
Gichy Dan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Technova,
Gang Green,
Heaven 17,
Section 25,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Hill,
Erasure,
The Smoke,
ABC,
Moby Grape,
Pole,
World's Most,
The Standells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wally Richardson,
Brick,
The Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Popol Vuh,
The Residents,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.