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 Estonia and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Velvet Underground 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Nas,
MC5,
Scientists,
Josef K,
Blancmange,
Can,
Agitation Free,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun City Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Danielle Patucci,
Rosa Yemen,
Aaron Thompson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
L. Decosne,
The Red Krayola,
Eddi Front,
Ossler,
Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
Quantec,
Siglo XX,
Sex Pistols,
China Crisis,
Sandy B,
Angry Samoans,
Saccharine Trust,
The Neon Judgement,
Mandrill,
Smog,
The Happenings,
Cybotron,
Drexciya,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gong,
Warren Ellis,
Erasure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
T. Rex,
Mad Mike,
Interpol,
Fela Kuti,
the Swans,
Delta 5,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Urselle,
Bauhaus,
The Mummies,
X-102,
The United States of America,
Cymande,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moleskins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.