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 Sri Lanka and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quando Quango to the disco 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Suburban Knight,
R.M.O.,
Nik Kershaw,
Simply Red,
Lucky Dragons,
Oneida,
Das Ding,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Görl,
Joe Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
The Martian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hashim,
Archie Shepp,
June of 44,
The Evens,
The Monochrome Set,
Graham Central Station,
Franke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Procol Harum,
Deakin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Moon,
Junior Murvin,
KRS-One,
Kas Product,
These Immortal Souls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Velvet Underground,
Aswad,
Pierre Henry,
Tres Demented,
Radiohead,
David McCallum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arthur Verocai,
Symarip,
Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terry Callier,
Eden Ahbez,
Cameo,
Ludus,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minor Threat,
Metal Thangz,
Joey Negro,
Piero Umiliani,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eli Mardock,
Kayak,
Siglo XX,
The Real Kids,
JFA,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.