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 Finland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
MC5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Adolescents,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young,
The Star Department,
CMW,
Kurtis Blow,
KRS-One,
Blancmange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Simply Red,
Harpers Bizarre,
Supertramp,
Sam Rivers,
Q65,
Youth Brigade,
The Zeros,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delon & Dalcan,
Loose Ends,
Aaron Thompson,
Sandy B,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris Corsano,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Five Americans,
Swans,
Deakin,
Heaven 17,
Graham Central Station,
Roxette,
Fad Gadget,
Quantec,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Standells,
The United States of America,
The Red Krayola,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doors,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Görl,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lightning Bolt,
Pussy Galore,
June of 44,
Main Source,
the Bar-Kays,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Order,
Crime,
Scratch Acid,
Ice-T,
The Skatalites,
Cecil Taylor,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.