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 Benin and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Black Moon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Albert Ayler,
a-ha,
Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Music Machine,
Zero Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
Fear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Bananas,
Fela Kuti,
Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glenn Branca,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Interpol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yazoo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fugs,
The Raincoats,
Stiv Bators,
Harmonia,
Mark Hollis,
Chris Corsano,
Simply Red,
Make Up,
Pagans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slick Rick,
Guru Guru,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
E-Dancer,
David Bowie,
Crooked Eye,
Gong,
The Zeros,
Liliput,
The Last Poets,
Kerri Chandler,
New Order,
Stereo Dub,
Josef K,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick May,
Amazonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.