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 Italy and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonny Sharrock 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine 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?
UT,
Bob Dylan,
Parry Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Gong,
Niagra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Lynne,
Brass Construction,
Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doobie Brothers,
Little Man,
Unrelated Segments,
Cheater Slicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Almond,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Starr,
Joey Negro,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gories,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Count Five,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pop Group,
The Evens,
Sight & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Livin' Joy,
Brand Nubian,
Heaven 17,
Suicide,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gabor Szabo,
Boz Scaggs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fatback Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rakim,
The Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Albert Ayler,
The Gap Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Agent Orange,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Stooges,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Skarface,
Black Pus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.