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 Haiti and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blancmange to the grime 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Pylon,
Freddie Wadling,
the Swans,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Happenings,
ABBA,
The Martian,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-Ray Spex,
Gabor Szabo,
Eurythmics,
The Associates,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Golliwogs,
Leonard Cohen,
Harry Pussy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grauzone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Althea and Donna,
Quadrant,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Organ,
Intrusion,
Skarface,
Thee Headcoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
Guru Guru,
The Gun Club,
Barrington Levy,
Lalann,
The Sonics,
Audionom,
F. McDonald,
Connie Case,
Niagra,
PIL,
Fat Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
China Crisis,
Fad Gadget,
Harmonia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joyce Sims,
Faust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
the Bar-Kays,
Glenn Branca,
Con Funk Shun,
Ossler,
Massinfluence,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.