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 Algeria and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Offenders,
The Cramps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Toasters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Can,
DJ Style,
Black Pus,
X-102,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dennis Brown,
Quadrant,
In Retrospect,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tom Boy,
Au Pairs,
Rod Modell,
Lalann,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smoke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stetsasonic,
X-Ray Spex,
Al Stewart,
Wasted Youth,
Pagans,
Scott Walker,
Gong,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Eating Sloth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grey Daturas,
The Monochrome Set,
The Five Americans,
Nils Olav,
The Barracudas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
FM Einheit,
Piero Umiliani,
Rites of Spring,
Hasil Adkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Teasers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
The Star Department,
A Certain Ratio,
The Knickerbockers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Starr,
The Saints,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.