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 Japan and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Quadrant to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Duran Duran,
Kool Moe Dee,
Babytalk,
The Velvet Underground,
The Angels of Light,
Wings,
Royal Trux,
Scion,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fugs,
Pierre Henry,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Womack,
Radio Birdman,
Model 500,
Icehouse,
Mantronix,
kango's stein massive,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Near,
Fatback Band,
Anakelly,
Tres Demented,
Fugazi,
Eden Ahbez,
La Düsseldorf,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonic Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pole,
Arcadia,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABC,
The Buckinghams,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Circle Jerks,
The Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dead Boys,
The Trojans,
The Cramps,
Sex Pistols,
AZ,
New Age Steppers,
Gang of Four,
Livin' Joy,
Das Ding,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang On A Can,
The Fortunes,
Juan Atkins,
Ponytail,
Crash Course in Science,
Lyres,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.