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 Burundi and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Albert Ayler to the electroclash 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Barry Ungar,
Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
Section 25,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABBA,
Ossler,
Mark Hollis,
Zero Boys,
Altered Images,
The Doors,
Idris Muhammad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Christie,
The Black Dice,
Lakeside,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sixth Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül II,
The Doobie Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Thee Headcoats,
Yaz,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Bowie,
Joyce Sims,
Radiohead,
Skriet,
Minutemen,
Dual Sessions,
Rufus Thomas,
the Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
Los Fastidios,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thompson Twins,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Selecter,
Arcadia,
Iggy Pop,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Golliwogs,
Sandy B,
MC5,
The Techniques,
Pylon,
The Toasters,
Agitation Free,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.