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 Brunei and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Womack to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fugs,
The Young Rascals,
Supertramp,
Idris Muhammad,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gap Band,
The Selecter,
Cal Tjader,
The Birthday Party,
Sixth Finger,
Inner City,
Skaos,
Hoover,
Ossler,
Bauhaus,
Drexciya,
Qualms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
The Neon Judgement,
Duran Duran,
Agent Orange,
Nils Olav,
DJ Style,
Suburban Knight,
The Pretty Things,
DNA,
Gichy Dan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Kinks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Freddie Wadling,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Infiniti,
Urselle,
Stiv Bators,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blues Magoos,
Buzzcocks,
John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kenny Larkin,
Crime,
Byron Stingily,
Thompson Twins,
Masters at Work,
Girls At Our Best!,
Essential Logic,
Second Layer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bad Manners,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gladiators,
Nik Kershaw,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.