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 Tuvalu and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fuzztones 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Theoretical Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eurythmics,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Hood,
New Order,
DJ Style,
Heaven 17,
Silicon Teens,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Little Man,
Chris Corsano,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flipper,
Nick Fraelich,
Grauzone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sound Behaviour,
Tommy Roe,
Motorama,
Gang Green,
Alice Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fluxion,
Ronan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Symarip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick May,
The Pretty Things,
The American Breed,
Gang of Four,
Bang On A Can,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Pus,
Joy Division,
Blake Baxter,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ten City,
Dawn Penn,
The Gladiators,
Bill Wells,
Con Funk Shun,
Camouflage,
Laurel Aitken,
The Trojans,
The Gun Club,
The Misunderstood,
David McCallum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.