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 Burundi and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siglo XX,
The Red Krayola,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Audionom,
Amon Düül II,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra,
Faraquet,
The Fall,
The Searchers,
Qualms,
Deadbeat,
Marmalade,
Sex Pistols,
Organ,
Marvin Gaye,
Soulsonic Force,
Pulsallama,
Panda Bear,
Delta 5,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monks,
the Sonics,
Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jandek,
Pagans,
Howard Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crime,
The Cramps,
The Martian,
Alice Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Moon,
Joe Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Hill,
Metal Thangz,
the Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerri Chandler,
Goldenarms,
Can,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gun Club,
The Fire Engines,
The Slits,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.