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 Solomon Islands and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neu! to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Grauzone,
Los Fastidios,
The J.B.'s,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ice-T,
The Wake,
Arcadia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eurythmics,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Depeche Mode,
Monolake,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slackers,
The Fuzztones,
Agitation Free,
the Slits,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sister Nancy,
Lindisfarne,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gun Club,
Faust,
Babytalk,
The Blues Magoos,
Dave Gahan,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Modern Lovers,
Audionom,
Pole,
KRS-One,
Jandek,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Five Americans,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris & Cosey,
Juan Atkins,
The Invisible,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Lynne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David McCallum,
David Axelrod,
The Index,
Average White Band,
The Litter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Little Man,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nirvana,
The Evens,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.