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 Ecuador and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bad Manners to the rock 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Television,
John Lydon,
Alphaville,
Can,
Marvin Gaye,
The American Breed,
Panda Bear,
The Walker Brothers,
Hardrive,
Average White Band,
The Cure,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Dolphy,
Gong,
Symarip,
Model 500,
Nils Olav,
Kenny Larkin,
Crash Course in Science,
Accadde A,
the Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Goldenarms,
Archie Shepp,
Fat Boys,
The Skatalites,
E-Dancer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eurythmics,
Lou Christie,
MDC,
Circle Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Jacob Miller,
Thompson Twins,
China Crisis,
The Blackbyrds,
Suicide,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Associates,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alison Limerick,
Barry Ungar,
LL Cool J,
Skriet,
Nas,
Byron Stingily,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barrington Levy,
Blossom Toes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Buckinghams,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dave Gahan,
K-Klass,
Smog,
Parry Music,
Sonic Youth,
Ice-T,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.