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 Haiti and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Wings to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Black Flag,
Circle Jerks,
Ten City,
Soulsonic Force,
PIL,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Throbbing Gristle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ohio Players,
Todd Rundgren,
X-102,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deadbeat,
The Skatalites,
Hashim,
UT,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
Hasil Adkins,
Little Man,
Bobby Womack,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mars,
Byron Stingily,
The Modern Lovers,
Eurythmics,
The Cure,
Motorama,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash,
Steve Hackett,
CMW,
The Remains,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Thompson Twins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gong,
Kas Product,
Rosa Yemen,
Technova,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Style,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Accadde A,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Holt,
Lou Christie,
Pantytec,
The Dead C,
David Bowie,
Wings,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.