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 Costa Rica and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Television to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
David McCallum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sam Rivers,
Bauhaus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brand Nubian,
Pierre Henry,
Simply Red,
Kas Product,
Warsaw,
Barrington Levy,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Five Americans,
Fluxion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
EPMD,
Ludus,
Goldenarms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül,
Make Up,
Gang Green,
The Searchers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Niagra,
Bill Near,
The Kinks,
MC5,
X-101,
Barry Ungar,
LL Cool J,
Deakin,
The Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Blossom Toes,
Dawn Penn,
D'Angelo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Starr,
Colin Newman,
Lower 48,
DJ Style,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vainqueur,
Swell Maps,
Nick Fraelich,
Zapp,
Excepter,
Letta Mbulu,
Yusef Lateef,
Television,
Nils Olav,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.