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 Thailand and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kurtis Blow to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Zapp,
Slick Rick,
Derrick May,
Main Source,
Spoonie Gee,
The Selecter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Babytalk,
Silicon Teens,
The Birthday Party,
Reagan Youth,
Donald Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
These Immortal Souls,
The Kinks,
Todd Rundgren,
John Foxx,
Con Funk Shun,
Kurtis Blow,
Glenn Branca,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joey Negro,
The Modern Lovers,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Japan,
Eli Mardock,
Angry Samoans,
Cameo,
The Black Dice,
Steve Hackett,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Bronski Beat,
Bluetip,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Parry Music,
Black Bananas,
Grey Daturas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
the Germs,
Black Moon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agitation Free,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül II,
Bang On A Can,
The Names,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.