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 Italy and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 X-102 to the punk 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Guru Guru,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television Personalities,
Grauzone,
The American Breed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scientists,
Public Enemy,
Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Inner City,
Crime,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stereo Dub,
Pharoah Sanders,
Second Layer,
The Misunderstood,
The Remains,
Eve St. Jones,
Alphaville,
Tim Buckley,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camberwell Now,
June of 44,
Sparks,
Malaria!,
Rosa Yemen,
Clear Light,
Ultra Naté,
Wasted Youth,
The Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pole,
Drexciya,
Patti Smith,
Angry Samoans,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cure,
Peter and Kerry,
UT,
Radio Birdman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Wells,
Hasil Adkins,
Whodini,
FM Einheit,
Barrington Levy,
Subhumans,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moleskins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Near,
Anakelly,
Camouflage,
Roger Hodgson,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.