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 Sweden and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Suburban Knight to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Görl,
Suburban Knight,
Moby Grape,
F. McDonald,
Pagans,
Joyce Sims,
The Smoke,
Mr. Review,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Halsall,
Royal Trux,
Scrapy,
Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crime,
Erykah Badu,
Soulsonic Force,
The Remains,
Gong,
Ohio Players,
Zero Boys,
The Barracudas,
the Human League,
Pole,
Lakeside,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skarface,
Barclay James Harvest,
D'Angelo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Order,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camberwell Now,
the Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
K-Klass,
Bauhaus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grauzone,
Adolescents,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Fania All-Stars,
David McCallum,
The Saints,
Rapeman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
10cc,
Subhumans,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slackers,
The Stooges,
Terry Callier,
X-102,
The Birthday Party,
Mission of Burma,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.