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 Zimbabwe and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Jerry's Kids to the jazz 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Rites of Spring,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Count Five,
Blake Baxter,
Altered Images,
Q and Not U,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Skatalites,
Liliput,
Fugazi,
Rufus Thomas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Kinks,
Panda Bear,
Gong,
DJ Style,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quadrant,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Janne Schatter,
Tres Demented,
Scrapy,
Bill Near,
Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Nation of Ulysses,
Idris Muhammad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Easy Going,
John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bob Dylan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Howard Jones,
Henry Cow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suicide,
Black Pus,
H. Thieme,
DNA,
Sex Pistols,
Rekid,
Connie Case,
Brothers Johnson,
The Black Dice,
The Leaves,
Talk Talk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pere Ubu,
Qualms,
Aaron Thompson,
Wings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Half Japanese,
Neu!,
The J.B.'s,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.