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 China and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Little Man,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sällskapet,
The Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dark Day,
Dennis Brown,
Sixth Finger,
Alphaville,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New York Dolls,
Silicon Teens,
Toni Rubio,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Niagra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The American Breed,
The Count Five,
The Motions,
Alison Limerick,
Agitation Free,
Scion,
Tubeway Army,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aaron Thompson,
The J.B.'s,
Motorama,
Outsiders,
Skarface,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grauzone,
Yellowson,
the Slits,
Infiniti,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T. Rex,
Blossom Toes,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mantronix,
Grey Daturas,
K-Klass,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glenn Branca,
T.S.O.L.,
The Techniques,
The Gap Band,
Magma,
Clear Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.