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 Chile and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Sexual Harrassment 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Zapp,
Pantytec,
The Angels of Light,
Delta 5,
The Victims,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cowsills,
Cymande,
Gang Gang Dance,
Archie Shepp,
Index,
the Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lindisfarne,
The Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eurythmics,
Public Enemy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barbara Tucker,
Symarip,
DJ Sneak,
Joensuu 1685,
Erykah Badu,
Scan 7,
Essential Logic,
The Wake,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers,
Niagra,
Black Bananas,
Saccharine Trust,
Fear,
Skarface,
Matthew Halsall,
Wolf Eyes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yellowson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Y Pants,
China Crisis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June Days,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris & Cosey,
The Golliwogs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dual Sessions,
Main Source,
Dark Day,
Average White Band,
John Cale,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.