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 Ukraine and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Althea and Donna to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Toasters,
X-Ray Spex,
Spandau Ballet,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Animal Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Mission of Burma,
Ornette Coleman,
Hashim,
Alphaville,
CMW,
U.S. Maple,
Aloha Tigers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Real Kids,
Steve Hackett,
The Beau Brummels,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Technova,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agent Orange,
Mandrill,
Black Flag,
Echospace,
Scan 7,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reuben Wilson,
Prince Buster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Althea and Donna,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Franke,
Lower 48,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blackbyrds,
Rekid,
In Retrospect,
Accadde A,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Pulsallama,
Black Bananas,
Sällskapet,
The Barracudas,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABC,
Chrome,
Ituana,
Idris Muhammad,
Rapeman,
The Sonics,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.