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 Pakistan and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Jawbox to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
H. Thieme,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gap Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Archie Shepp,
Hashim,
The Birthday Party,
Rapeman,
Lee Hazlewood,
June Days,
Ohio Players,
Zero Boys,
Quantec,
Jeff Mills,
The Walker Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Livin' Joy,
Babytalk,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fugs,
The Buckinghams,
Talk Talk,
Youth Brigade,
Scientists,
One Last Wish,
Letta Mbulu,
Dave Gahan,
Terry Callier,
Charles Mingus,
Pole,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nirvana,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mars,
Marc Almond,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris Corsano,
Agitation Free,
The Modern Lovers,
Junior Murvin,
David Axelrod,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Swans,
a-ha,
Eddi Front,
Warsaw,
Brass Construction,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boz Scaggs,
Stereo Dub,
Sister Nancy,
Delta 5,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.