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 Tajikistan and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stiv Bators to the techno 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sandy B,
Yazoo,
Stereo Dub,
Kas Product,
Cecil Taylor,
The Move,
the Bar-Kays,
the Germs,
Intrusion,
Terry Callier,
Altered Images,
Angry Samoans,
The Residents,
The Fuzztones,
Eurythmics,
B.T. Express,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alison Limerick,
Sexual Harrassment,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Green,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Whodini,
The Mojo Men,
Suburban Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
JFA,
Don Cherry,
Circle Jerks,
Ossler,
Yusef Lateef,
Scan 7,
Barbara Tucker,
Crime,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young,
Wings,
Average White Band,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joey Negro,
Wasted Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris & Cosey,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun City Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Fraelich,
Prince Buster,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Sneak,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.