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 Estonia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Minutemen to the rap 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
Sugar Minott,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Darondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yazoo,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Halsall,
the Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
The Modern Lovers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Style,
Porter Ricks,
The Music Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Don Cherry,
Unwound,
Agitation Free,
Symarip,
Hardrive,
Kayak,
Eric B and Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Carl Craig,
The Flesh Eaters,
Royal Trux,
Newcleus,
Buzzcocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flipper,
Henry Cow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joey Negro,
This Heat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grauzone,
Smog,
Saccharine Trust,
Deakin,
In Retrospect,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Finger,
Bauhaus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minutemen,
The Star Department,
The Stooges,
Ice-T,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.