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 Equatorial Guinea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lightning Bolt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Sun Ra,
The Stooges,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Altered Images,
The Fall,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang On A Can,
Morten Harket,
the Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Average White Band,
Sandy B,
Terrestrial Tones,
Adolescents,
The Remains,
Yusef Lateef,
Yaz,
Zapp,
Y Pants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
One Last Wish,
Popol Vuh,
Thee Headcoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eli Mardock,
The Blues Magoos,
The Golliwogs,
Black Flag,
Main Source,
Harmonia,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül II,
Althea and Donna,
Agent Orange,
Jacques Brel,
The Kinks,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chrome,
Von Mondo,
Funky Four + One,
Basic Channel,
The Zeros,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Howard Jones,
Dark Day,
Television,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scrapy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Little Man,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scion,
Subhumans,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.