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 Nepal and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kerrie Biddell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ten City,
The Victims,
Agent Orange,
The Birthday Party,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Graham Central Station,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moebius,
The Dirtbombs,
Goldenarms,
Brand Nubian,
Circle Jerks,
Arcadia,
Mandrill,
Boredoms,
The Cure,
The Vogues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Normal,
Qualms,
Zapp,
Suburban Knight,
Zero Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Enemy,
China Crisis,
Aaron Thompson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angry Samoans,
Cameo,
Drexciya,
The Cowsills,
Fluxion,
Masters at Work,
Soul II Soul,
Black Sheep,
The Monks,
the Sonics,
New York Dolls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Starr,
Massinfluence,
Sparks,
Adolescents,
Grey Daturas,
Y Pants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxy Music,
June of 44,
Robert Görl,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.