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 Liberia and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grime 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
AZ,
The Fugs,
Cal Tjader,
Altered Images,
Nik Kershaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Görl,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gladiators,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Essential Logic,
Sparks,
The Star Department,
Bill Near,
The Searchers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television Personalities,
X-101,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fela Kuti,
the Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick May,
Rapeman,
T.S.O.L.,
Max Romeo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Leonard Cohen,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Starr,
DJ Style,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Y Pants,
the Swans,
Half Japanese,
The American Breed,
Donald Byrd,
John Holt,
The Victims,
Chris Corsano,
Harry Pussy,
Scratch Acid,
The Gories,
Moss Icon,
Rotary Connection,
Mission of Burma,
Steve Hackett,
It's A Beautiful Day,
KRS-One,
Porter Ricks,
Ossler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.