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 Denmark and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Fort Wilson Riot 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T. Rex,
New Age Steppers,
Tubeway Army,
The Moleskins,
The Five Americans,
The Invisible,
The Gun Club,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MC5,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Copeland,
Hardrive,
Lakeside,
Piero Umiliani,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Teasers,
Robert Görl,
Whodini,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Archie Shepp,
Pantytec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faust,
The Vogues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy Collins,
Minny Pops,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sugar Minott,
Massinfluence,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pretty Things,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cameo,
Jawbox,
Angry Samoans,
Joy Division,
Kerri Chandler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Carl Craig,
Pharoah Sanders,
Don Cherry,
Suburban Knight,
Al Stewart,
The Gladiators,
JFA,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cramps,
Pierre Henry,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rufus Thomas,
Graham Central Station,
Vainqueur,
Scion,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.