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 Tuvalu and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lyres to the disco 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Names,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aswad,
Rod Modell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drexciya,
John Foxx,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moby Grape,
Cameo,
The Litter,
Fear,
the Normal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brand Nubian,
The Gap Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter and Kerry,
John Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Sun City Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
The Offenders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crime,
The Dirtbombs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siglo XX,
The Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Max Romeo,
Piero Umiliani,
Leonard Cohen,
The Remains,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pole,
Lucky Dragons,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Hill,
the Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris Corsano,
Thompson Twins,
Main Source,
Todd Terry,
Oneida,
The Stooges,
New York Dolls,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.