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 Bulgaria and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Infiniti to the grunge 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Gong,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra,
Mo-Dettes,
The Remains,
Pierre Henry,
Nirvana,
The Dirtbombs,
Mad Mike,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Simply Red,
Nation of Ulysses,
Urselle,
Ossler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Standells,
New Age Steppers,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kurtis Blow,
D'Angelo,
Little Man,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moody Blues,
Sixth Finger,
EPMD,
Accadde A,
Bobby Sherman,
Swans,
Audionom,
Wings,
In Retrospect,
Erasure,
The Names,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fear,
Isaac Hayes,
Jawbox,
Visage,
Boz Scaggs,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Starr,
CMW,
The Count Five,
the Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Teasers,
JFA,
Wire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unwound,
the Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masters at Work,
Schoolly D,
Newcleus,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.