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 Belgium and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 10cc 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Soft Machine,
Black Moon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yaz,
Lakeside,
Man Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Eve St. Jones,
The Leaves,
Can,
Lungfish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Howard Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
John Holt,
Skaos,
The Victims,
X-102,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Letta Mbulu,
Byron Stingily,
Ultravox,
Donald Byrd,
Panda Bear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Standells,
Y Pants,
Unwound,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smiths,
The Happenings,
Brand Nubian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minor Threat,
Pagans,
The Flesh Eaters,
AZ,
Eric Copeland,
Parry Music,
Radio Birdman,
Excepter,
Groovy Waters,
Kenny Larkin,
Young Marble Giants,
Heaven 17,
F. McDonald,
Smog,
Franke,
Underground Resistance,
Flipper,
Quadrant,
Erasure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.