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 Ireland and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Litter to the rap 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gong,
Alison Limerick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Negative Approach,
Porter Ricks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
The Toasters,
D'Angelo,
The Raincoats,
Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter and Kerry,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
David McCallum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Josef K,
EPMD,
Harmonia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rapeman,
Chris & Cosey,
the Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
Khruangbin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABBA,
Vainqueur,
Motorama,
Black Sheep,
Hasil Adkins,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Byrd,
Erasure,
The Moody Blues,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
PIL,
Dave Gahan,
John Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Searchers,
Robert Wyatt,
Audionom,
Moss Icon,
The Techniques,
Sister Nancy,
Albert Ayler,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arcadia,
Ice-T,
Camouflage,
The Dirtbombs,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.