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 Seychelles 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Sex Pistols to the funk 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Junior Murvin,
Lindisfarne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tommy Roe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lakeside,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tears for Fears,
Amazonics,
Bauhaus,
Monks,
Smog,
Brand Nubian,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott Heron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scrapy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cramps,
The Remains,
Main Source,
Qualms,
The Happenings,
Pussy Galore,
Mad Mike,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sonics,
Swans,
Unwound,
Oblivians,
The Modern Lovers,
Soulsonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalo Schifrin,
cv313,
The Angels of Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Foxx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dennis Brown,
Tres Demented,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wire,
Circle Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nirvana,
Fugazi,
Monolake,
The Kinks,
E-Dancer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slackers,
Goldenarms,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.