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 Samoa and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Charles Mingus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Faust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare,
Aswad,
Dawn Penn,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Davy DMX,
The Tremeloes,
Mo-Dettes,
Model 500,
Nas,
Max Romeo,
Cluster,
Scratch Acid,
Archie Shepp,
Sight & Sound,
Rapeman,
Eden Ahbez,
Angry Samoans,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter & Gordon,
Liliput,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Byrd,
MC5,
Pole,
The Moleskins,
Amazonics,
Charles Mingus,
The Dirtbombs,
Barbara Tucker,
Niagra,
The Moody Blues,
Ultravox,
a-ha,
The Slits,
The Motions,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Wells,
The Alarm Clocks,
Icehouse,
Kayak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scan 7,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
Don Cherry,
The Angels of Light,
Camouflage,
Vladislav Delay,
Easy Going,
Leonard Cohen,
Magma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
UT,
The Leaves,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.