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 Kuwait and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Seeds to the punk 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Suicide,
Joyce Sims,
Livin' Joy,
Inner City,
Funky Four + One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fad Gadget,
Max Romeo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Outsiders,
Grey Daturas,
Radiohead,
The Offenders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Germs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dennis Brown,
The Happenings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boredoms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ludus,
Fear,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barrington Levy,
The Smiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rites of Spring,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eli Mardock,
The Leaves,
Smog,
Japan,
Skaos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scientists,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The J.B.'s,
the Bar-Kays,
The Residents,
Kayak,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gap Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The American Breed,
Davy DMX,
LL Cool J,
Porter Ricks,
Vainqueur,
Royal Trux,
a-ha,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.