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 Greece and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Bob Dylan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Juan Atkins,
Scientists,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Procol Harum,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slits,
The Sonics,
Country Teasers,
Black Flag,
Arthur Verocai,
The Walker Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Adolescents,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalann,
T. Rex,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Durutti Column,
Byron Stingily,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fire Engines,
Chrome,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slackers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drexciya,
Barrington Levy,
Dave Gahan,
Vainqueur,
Lou Christie,
The Cramps,
Johnny Clarke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Newcleus,
Skriet,
Index,
Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
Charles Mingus,
Scrapy,
Mandrill,
Anakelly,
Thee Headcoats,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gories,
Symarip,
Joe Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.