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 Iran and from London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Pantaleimon to the disco 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
The United States of America,
Moebius,
Laurel Aitken,
Pulsallama,
The Knickerbockers,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Style,
Hardrive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
This Heat,
James White and The Blacks,
Make Up,
The Monochrome Set,
Eli Mardock,
Thompson Twins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Model 500,
Aswad,
The Detroit Cobras,
Duran Duran,
The Motions,
Mr. Review,
the Fania All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Normal,
Leonard Cohen,
The Barracudas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cymande,
DJ Sneak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brass Construction,
Y Pants,
Pantytec,
Joe Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Zeros,
Spoonie Gee,
Dennis Brown,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barry Ungar,
Franke,
Bluetip,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sound Behaviour,
ABC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arthur Verocai,
Main Source,
Urselle,
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.