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 Belize and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the funk 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
PIL,
Black Moon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Index,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Prunes,
X-101,
Infiniti,
Excepter,
The Mojo Men,
Byron Stingily,
T. Rex,
Bronski Beat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Motorama,
Anakelly,
Eric Copeland,
Lightning Bolt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
ABBA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
F. McDonald,
Crash Course in Science,
Warsaw,
Fela Kuti,
Barbara Tucker,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Motions,
Shuggie Otis,
Simply Red,
Warren Ellis,
Camouflage,
Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pole,
Suicide,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
Angry Samoans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rapeman,
Bill Wells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dead C,
Symarip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quadrant,
Slave,
Ken Boothe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Second Layer,
Tubeway Army,
Grauzone,
Bush Tetras,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.