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 Mali and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hasil Adkins to the grunge 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Foxx,
Von Mondo,
June of 44,
The Grass Roots,
Cymande,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grauzone,
Wire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Depeche Mode,
The Motions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rotary Connection,
Drive Like Jehu,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cowsills,
Ronnie Foster,
Essential Logic,
Henry Cow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dead C,
Pierre Henry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharoah Sanders,
T. Rex,
Hot Snakes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Livin' Joy,
The Kinks,
UT,
Brothers Johnson,
Joensuu 1685,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sex Pistols,
Jandek,
London Community Gospel Choir,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siglo XX,
The Victims,
The Count Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Zero Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Hill,
Lyres,
David McCallum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Selecter,
Unwound,
The Toasters,
The Fuzztones,
Warsaw,
Little Man,
Eric Dolphy,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.