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 Australia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Aaron Thompson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Machine,
Trumans Water,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zero Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Axelrod,
Flipper,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Saints,
Animal Collective,
Josef K,
The Gun Club,
Desert Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Happenings,
The Cowsills,
The Moody Blues,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Starr,
The Techniques,
Ultravox,
The Grass Roots,
Unwound,
New York Dolls,
Gong,
Monolake,
Rakim,
The Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Lynne,
Anakelly,
The Standells,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scientists,
The Red Krayola,
the Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Deakin,
The Kinks,
Funkadelic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Absolute Body Control,
The Buckinghams,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dirtbombs,
Sugar Minott,
The Busters,
Easy Going,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ten City,
The Litter,
Moebius,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.