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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Ituana to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
UT,
Circle Jerks,
Oblivians,
Livin' Joy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fear,
Pagans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Wake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marvin Gaye,
The Knickerbockers,
Amon Düül,
Al Stewart,
Patti Smith,
Lalann,
Alton Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Television,
Terry Callier,
Moebius,
Underground Resistance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Smog,
Magma,
Johnny Clarke,
Stiv Bators,
Cheater Slicks,
Metal Thangz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glenn Branca,
The Leaves,
Flash Fearless,
the Swans,
New Age Steppers,
Inner City,
Vladislav Delay,
Moss Icon,
Black Bananas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
Todd Terry,
Wire,
Rod Modell,
Mr. Review,
Unrelated Segments,
Schoolly D,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spandau Ballet,
EPMD,
The Invisible,
X-Ray Spex,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.