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 Singapore and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 OOIOO to the jazz 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Green,
The Busters,
Wolf Eyes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Desert Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Chris Corsano,
Neu!,
Jawbox,
Fatback Band,
Black Pus,
Charles Mingus,
The Searchers,
Deepchord,
The Gun Club,
June of 44,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bizarre Inc.,
Royal Trux,
Derrick Morgan,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Sherman,
The Saints,
Fad Gadget,
MC5,
The Standells,
The Velvet Underground,
Faust,
Minutemen,
Japan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heaven 17,
James White and The Blacks,
Eden Ahbez,
Lower 48,
Marc Almond,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Parry Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Copeland,
Ronnie Foster,
Skriet,
Josef K,
The United States of America,
The Raincoats,
Marine Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
EPMD,
Joe Smooth,
Index,
The Vogues,
Fluxion,
Grauzone,
Kaleidoscope,
Gichy Dan,
Black Flag,
Gong,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.