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 Chad and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Arthur Verocai to the punk 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
48th St. Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Gabor Szabo,
This Heat,
The Zeros,
Sexual Harrassment,
Davy DMX,
Bill Wells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Audionom,
Jandek,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Negative Approach,
Drexciya,
Jeff Mills,
Donald Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Near,
The Fugs,
Warsaw,
Alphaville,
Man Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Main Source,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blake Baxter,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Archie Shepp,
Joey Negro,
Blossom Toes,
Suburban Knight,
Wings,
The Smoke,
Agent Orange,
Henry Cow,
The Beau Brummels,
R.M.O.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funky Four + One,
Camberwell Now,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young,
Shoche,
Soul II Soul,
Black Moon,
The Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Schoolly D,
Mars,
The Golliwogs,
Gong,
Amon Düül II,
Eddi Front,
Make Up,
The Dirtbombs,
Youth Brigade,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.