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 Brunei and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Outsiders to the rap 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
the Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
Deakin,
Public Enemy,
Little Man,
Bush Tetras,
Junior Murvin,
Archie Shepp,
John Foxx,
Moby Grape,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yellowson,
Rod Modell,
Tommy Roe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronan,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Clarke,
Jawbox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Trojans,
Erasure,
Sällskapet,
Kaleidoscope,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Accadde A,
Arcadia,
Prince Buster,
Hardrive,
Television,
Ten City,
Ice-T,
Ronnie Foster,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Womack,
Interpol,
Donny Hathaway,
Morten Harket,
Joensuu 1685,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mummies,
The Cowsills,
Bang On A Can,
Amazonics,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Last Poets,
Cal Tjader,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tropical Tobacco,
EPMD,
Eli Mardock,
Parry Music,
Matthew Halsall,
Subhumans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.