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 Haiti and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Robert Palmer 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 Dead Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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,
R.M.O.,
Royal Trux,
Mantronix,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Smooth,
Public Enemy,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Clarke,
Lungfish,
Schoolly D,
Siglo XX,
Black Moon,
Marmalade,
Mandrill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Vogues,
Moby Grape,
Delta 5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonic Youth,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sound,
The Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
B.T. Express,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Near,
The Count Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Max Romeo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television Personalities,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
New Age Steppers,
Parry Music,
Ken Boothe,
ABC,
Magazine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Danielle Patucci,
World's Most,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Josef K,
DNA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.