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 Mozambique and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marmalade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Sneak,
Camberwell Now,
Blake Baxter,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lyres,
Stereo Dub,
Letta Mbulu,
In Retrospect,
Television,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scrapy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chrome,
Glenn Branca,
Liliput,
Funky Four + One,
The Remains,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fuzztones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Leonard Cohen,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Womack,
48th St. Collective,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Halsall,
Nils Olav,
Harry Pussy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gong,
Man Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
Suicide,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tears for Fears,
Don Cherry,
Anakelly,
Grey Daturas,
Sonic Youth,
David McCallum,
Metal Thangz,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Mantronix,
June Days,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-101,
Sixth Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gladiators,
kango's stein massive,
Outsiders,
Gang of Four,
Ronnie Foster,
The Zeros,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.