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 Bangladesh and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare 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 Jesper Dahlback to the dance 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
MC5,
Section 25,
These Immortal Souls,
The American Breed,
Quadrant,
Babytalk,
Lakeside,
John Holt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monks,
Sun City Girls,
The Martian,
a-ha,
The Grass Roots,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visage,
Derrick Morgan,
the Human League,
Niagra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vladislav Delay,
The Invisible,
Unrelated Segments,
Archie Shepp,
The Blues Magoos,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Theoretical Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
The Selecter,
The Mummies,
Goldenarms,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Eating Sloth,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Bang On A Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ten City,
CMW,
Urselle,
Mantronix,
Das Ding,
Toni Rubio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scientists,
ABBA,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.