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 Togo and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Wasted Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Angry Samoans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Animal Collective,
The Red Krayola,
Tom Boy,
The Fugs,
John Cale,
the Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barry Ungar,
Second Layer,
Pantytec,
Davy DMX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Groovy Waters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minor Threat,
Smog,
Ponytail,
The Litter,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Whodini,
Janne Schatter,
New Age Steppers,
Niagra,
Stiv Bators,
the Association,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Last Poets,
Toni Rubio,
Lakeside,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rapeman,
Popol Vuh,
Susan Cadogan,
The Residents,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Marshall Jefferson,
kango's stein massive,
Crooked Eye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sällskapet,
The Mojo Men,
Little Man,
Monks,
Moebius,
Aaron Thompson,
The American Breed,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Tim Buckley,
Blossom Toes,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.