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 Zambia and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Black Dice to the electroclash 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Procol Harum,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Misunderstood,
The Grass Roots,
Prince Buster,
Bill Wells,
Minor Threat,
Stiv Bators,
the Bar-Kays,
Quantec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television,
Sonny Sharrock,
Susan Cadogan,
Colin Newman,
The Smiths,
Ice-T,
The Selecter,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick May,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minnie Riperton,
Moby Grape,
Surgeon,
Tom Boy,
Morten Harket,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faust,
Outsiders,
Kerri Chandler,
Vainqueur,
Dark Day,
Harmonia,
The Divine Comedy,
Mission of Burma,
AZ,
Fatback Band,
Barry Ungar,
Reagan Youth,
Heaven 17,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sparks,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Star Department,
The Busters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.