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 Djibouti and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Gang Green to the grime 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Pantytec,
Bang On A Can,
Ossler,
Barbara Tucker,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed,
Jawbox,
Flash Fearless,
Freddie Wadling,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-102,
New York Dolls,
Bush Tetras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
John Lydon,
Nils Olav,
Peter & Gordon,
Unrelated Segments,
The United States of America,
The Mojo Men,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drexciya,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Associates,
Johnny Osbourne,
Animal Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
The Standells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
U.S. Maple,
Gregory Isaacs,
a-ha,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Accadde A,
Livin' Joy,
The Slackers,
The Vogues,
The Music Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Absolute Body Control,
Sugar Minott,
the Swans,
Little Man,
The Doors,
The Victims,
The Fall,
Wire,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül,
John Holt,
The Techniques,
Zero Boys,
Can,
Ronnie Foster,
Davy DMX,
Youth Brigade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Flag,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.