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 Kosovo and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David Axelrod to the rock 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 Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Colin Newman,
The Motions,
Robert Görl,
The Star Department,
The Invisible,
Howard Jones,
Bill Near,
Sonic Youth,
Qualms,
Television Personalities,
Royal Trux,
Von Mondo,
the Slits,
Funky Four + One,
Adolescents,
Youth Brigade,
Cymande,
Lou Reed,
Quantec,
Carl Craig,
The Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siglo XX,
Bill Wells,
the Human League,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Theoretical Girls,
Second Layer,
Public Enemy,
Arthur Verocai,
Sugar Minott,
Circle Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Procol Harum,
Metal Thangz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Das Ding,
Depeche Mode,
Subhumans,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare,
Ralphi Rosario,
KRS-One,
Barrington Levy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aural Exciters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Leaves,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Saints,
Massinfluence,
X-101,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unrelated Segments,
Panda Bear,
Roger Hodgson,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.