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 Brazil and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Bauhaus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Residents,
Wasted Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Peter and Kerry,
Make Up,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Inner City,
Anthony Braxton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nation of Ulysses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quando Quango,
The Skatalites,
The Fugs,
Sex Pistols,
Pole,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tom Boy,
Brothers Johnson,
Alison Limerick,
John Holt,
Lou Reed,
Pussy Galore,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gladiators,
Crooked Eye,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare,
Black Flag,
Rites of Spring,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Starr,
The Five Americans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blake Baxter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The American Breed,
The Wake,
Suicide,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fortunes,
Grauzone,
Symarip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Cecil Taylor,
The Vogues,
The Divine Comedy,
Simply Red,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.