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 Laos and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Standells to the electroclash 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Wake,
Visage,
Unrelated Segments,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Pus,
The Knickerbockers,
John Lydon,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra,
Ronan,
Country Teasers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yusef Lateef,
Sarah Menescal,
Frankie Knuckles,
In Retrospect,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pretty Things,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gong,
Dawn Penn,
Bronski Beat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Bowie,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül,
The Last Poets,
Warsaw,
Surgeon,
a-ha,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Make Up,
Pere Ubu,
Amazonics,
Shoche,
Joe Smooth,
the Slits,
Yaz,
Johnny Clarke,
Crime,
Chris & Cosey,
10cc,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marine Girls,
Bill Near,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Enemy,
L. Decosne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Clear Light,
Deakin,
The Mummies,
Gregory Isaacs,
KRS-One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grauzone,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.