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 Saudi Arabia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Slits to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Livin' Joy,
Make Up,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Parry Music,
The Offenders,
The Mojo Men,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
CMW,
Scan 7,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerri Chandler,
Bauhaus,
Ludus,
K-Klass,
Don Cherry,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Red Krayola,
Eve St. Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Copeland,
Ituana,
Subhumans,
Whodini,
James White and The Blacks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agitation Free,
Barbara Tucker,
World's Most,
The Gories,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yazoo,
Magazine,
The Dave Clark Five,
The J.B.'s,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pole,
DNA,
Lindisfarne,
Motorama,
The Fugs,
Funkadelic,
The Velvet Underground,
Gabor Szabo,
L. Decosne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joey Negro,
Davy DMX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skaos,
Thompson Twins,
Technova,
Suicide,
EPMD,
Henry Cow,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.