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 Macedonia and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Funky Four + One to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scratch Acid,
Warsaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sam Rivers,
Tubeway Army,
Marine Girls,
Robert Hood,
June Days,
The Fugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Absolute Body Control,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marmalade,
The Human League,
X-102,
Hasil Adkins,
L. Decosne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pussy Galore,
Piero Umiliani,
The Residents,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
Adolescents,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kaleidoscope,
Minor Threat,
Sister Nancy,
Eden Ahbez,
Skarface,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronan,
Hardrive,
Groovy Waters,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Sherman,
CMW,
Infiniti,
Harry Pussy,
The Move,
X-Ray Spex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crime,
Goldenarms,
Barbara Tucker,
Lakeside,
Trumans Water,
Q65,
the Germs,
Whodini,
the Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dave Gahan,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.