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 Saudi Arabia and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Nils Olav to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Style,
Lyres,
Colin Newman,
Little Man,
Iggy Pop,
The Toasters,
Boredoms,
The Walker Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Sherman,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-102,
Television Personalities,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Essential Logic,
The Angels of Light,
Absolute Body Control,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monolake,
Harpers Bizarre,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül II,
Camberwell Now,
Fela Kuti,
OOIOO,
Black Bananas,
Tubeway Army,
Kurtis Blow,
Symarip,
Y Pants,
The Young Rascals,
Pierre Henry,
Quando Quango,
The Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joy Division,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alton Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
Aural Exciters,
The United States of America,
The Beau Brummels,
Junior Murvin,
Index,
Panda Bear,
Ultra Naté,
Susan Cadogan,
Marvin Gaye,
Scion,
Gabor Szabo,
In Retrospect,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.