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 Lithuania and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
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 oboe 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 Accadde A to the electroclash 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Byron Stingily,
Ken Boothe,
John Cale,
Man Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Victims,
Public Enemy,
Kayak,
L. Decosne,
Nick Fraelich,
Laurel Aitken,
Schoolly D,
Ultravox,
Model 500,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Lower 48,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare,
Popol Vuh,
Alton Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
UT,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Quando Quango,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Youth Brigade,
The Remains,
Yellowson,
Urselle,
The Last Poets,
La Düsseldorf,
Davy DMX,
Mr. Review,
Freddie Wadling,
Letta Mbulu,
Audionom,
KRS-One,
Bobby Womack,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang of Four,
Tears for Fears,
Minutemen,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scratch Acid,
Godley & Creme,
Pulsallama,
The Red Krayola,
Terry Callier,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cowsills,
The Black Dice,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.