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 Guinea-Bissau and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Cramps to the funk 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echospace,
Aswad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moebius,
The Grass Roots,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Hood,
Easy Going,
Clear Light,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra,
Crooked Eye,
Nico,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
T.S.O.L.,
Nas,
Lucky Dragons,
Josef K,
The J.B.'s,
Janne Schatter,
Das Ding,
The Slackers,
Infiniti,
Quantec,
Terry Callier,
The Pop Group,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marmalade,
Flipper,
Avey Tare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Audionom,
Index,
the Sonics,
Gang of Four,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Technova,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dead Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Pagans,
New Age Steppers,
Funky Four + One,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry's Kids,
Patti Smith,
Soul II Soul,
The Gun Club,
Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
Loose Ends,
Shuggie Otis,
Trumans Water,
Unwound,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.