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 Libya and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Glenn Branca to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Interpol,
DNA,
Public Enemy,
Pantaleimon,
Ken Boothe,
The Associates,
Rapeman,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Starr,
Dark Day,
Nils Olav,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultra Naté,
ABBA,
Radiohead,
Scientists,
the Sonics,
Technova,
Terry Callier,
Aloha Tigers,
David Axelrod,
Arcadia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
The Fall,
the Normal,
Faust,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pagans,
The Buckinghams,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hoover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Essential Logic,
DJ Style,
Unwound,
The Vogues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flipper,
Jacob Miller,
Kerri Chandler,
Procol Harum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Swell Maps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gong,
Visage,
Ponytail,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blancmange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Metal Thangz,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.