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 Senegal 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Gang Gang Dance to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Skriet,
Black Flag,
Stiv Bators,
The Sound,
Oblivians,
Unwound,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Motions,
The American Breed,
Shuggie Otis,
Vladislav Delay,
Iggy Pop,
Glambeats Corp.,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monochrome Set,
T. Rex,
Drexciya,
Infiniti,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Sherman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wire,
KRS-One,
Quadrant,
Franke,
Con Funk Shun,
The Associates,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ludus,
Bill Near,
the Human League,
Crime,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minnie Riperton,
Desert Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Smog,
Aaron Thompson,
Nas,
The Beau Brummels,
John Lydon,
Mission of Burma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Niagra,
Gang Starr,
The Move,
The United States of America,
Flamin' Groovies,
CMW,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suburban Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Motorama,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.