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 Ukraine and from London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Flipper,
Nick Fraelich,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eve St. Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faust,
The Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Model 500,
Ultravox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slave,
It's A Beautiful Day,
a-ha,
the Slits,
Ludus,
Joe Smooth,
Malaria!,
Pierre Henry,
Section 25,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Sonic Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Surgeon,
The United States of America,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Hill,
Half Japanese,
Oneida,
The Skatalites,
Inner City,
A Certain Ratio,
The Victims,
Ultra Naté,
The Kinks,
Funkadelic,
Crash Course in Science,
Deakin,
Suicide,
Hoover,
Joey Negro,
World's Most,
Deadbeat,
Vladislav Delay,
The Durutti Column,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jandek,
Youth Brigade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spandau Ballet,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.