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 Toronto.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Saccharine Trust to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Davy DMX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bob Dylan,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Barrington Levy,
Scratch Acid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Michelle Simonal,
The Young Rascals,
Gang of Four,
Arcadia,
Iggy Pop,
Rapeman,
Magazine,
These Immortal Souls,
Mark Hollis,
a-ha,
The Sound,
The Gun Club,
David Axelrod,
The American Breed,
Black Sheep,
Radio Birdman,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerri Chandler,
Pere Ubu,
June Days,
Bauhaus,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-Ray Spex,
Mr. Review,
Zapp,
Rosa Yemen,
Sällskapet,
Model 500,
Schoolly D,
Unrelated Segments,
Moby Grape,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Green,
Neu!,
K-Klass,
Radiohead,
Mad Mike,
Fluxion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Isaac Hayes,
X-102,
The Grass Roots,
Crime,
Eric Dolphy,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brass Construction,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.