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 Bhutan and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Half Japanese to the grunge 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Scratch Acid,
The Human League,
Slave,
Popol Vuh,
Minutemen,
FM Einheit,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Average White Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Curtis Mayfield,
Graham Central Station,
Jawbox,
X-101,
Flipper,
Tom Boy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donny Hathaway,
Quantec,
The Searchers,
the Swans,
Magazine,
Peter & Gordon,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Görl,
Organ,
ABC,
Agitation Free,
Deepchord,
Circle Jerks,
The Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pretty Things,
Isaac Hayes,
Freddie Wadling,
Ponytail,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jandek,
Michelle Simonal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Depeche Mode,
The Angels of Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
LL Cool J,
The Happenings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantaleimon,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cymande,
Supertramp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.