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 Libya and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang Gang Dance to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Fraelich,
kango's stein massive,
Don Cherry,
Soul Sonic Force,
E-Dancer,
The Move,
The Barracudas,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dave Gahan,
One Last Wish,
Byron Stingily,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gabor Szabo,
Pierre Henry,
Eve St. Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Model 500,
New Age Steppers,
Arab on Radar,
Adolescents,
Black Pus,
Japan,
Silicon Teens,
The Slits,
Kayak,
Robert Wyatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thee Headcoats,
Porter Ricks,
Rosa Yemen,
Chrome,
Faust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Real Kids,
EPMD,
Half Japanese,
Brand Nubian,
PIL,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ituana,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stetsasonic,
Freddie Wadling,
Drive Like Jehu,
Los Fastidios,
Jandek,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eddi Front,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang of Four,
Dead Boys,
Rapeman,
Peter and Kerry,
Cybotron,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Bananas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.