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 Bolivia and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Zapp to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cowsills,
Stiv Bators,
The Moody Blues,
Intrusion,
Visage,
Derrick Morgan,
Neu!,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiopuhelimet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hardrive,
Silicon Teens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Suburban Knight,
Lalann,
The Names,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Babytalk,
Desert Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Gabor Szabo,
Y Pants,
Mad Mike,
Minnie Riperton,
the Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
Moebius,
the Soft Cell,
Echospace,
Minny Pops,
Cheater Slicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wally Richardson,
Eden Ahbez,
Jimmy McGriff,
R.M.O.,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Angels of Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy Collins,
Television Personalities,
10cc,
Anakelly,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Golliwogs,
K-Klass,
The Fortunes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fela Kuti,
Massinfluence,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Association,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.