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 Ethiopia and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the jazz 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Robert Görl,
The Pretty Things,
Cheater Slicks,
Los Fastidios,
Easy Going,
Youth Brigade,
Lightning Bolt,
Magma,
Pantytec,
Wolf Eyes,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gories,
Sun City Girls,
John Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Make Up,
Flipper,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sonics,
Nas,
Marshall Jefferson,
EPMD,
Brand Nubian,
Ituana,
Skriet,
Banda Bassotti,
Guru Guru,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Anthony Braxton,
Dead Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Skatalites,
Donald Byrd,
Franke,
Ornette Coleman,
Circle Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deakin,
Kayak,
Agitation Free,
R.M.O.,
Godley & Creme,
Visage,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Juan Atkins,
E-Dancer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tres Demented,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.