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 France and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Anthony Braxton to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zapp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vainqueur,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funky Four + One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crash Course in Science,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mo-Dettes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed,
Mad Mike,
Bang On A Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Deepchord,
Warsaw,
Bobby Womack,
Simply Red,
Eve St. Jones,
The Motions,
The Last Poets,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tears for Fears,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Panda Bear,
Boz Scaggs,
Brick,
The Real Kids,
The Standells,
The Fall,
The Evens,
Man Parrish,
Franke,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul Sonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Sherman,
Deadbeat,
Country Teasers,
Accadde A,
E-Dancer,
John Cale,
The Smoke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Talk Talk,
Tim Buckley,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
In Retrospect,
Royal Trux,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.