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 Czech Republic and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grime 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Sight & Sound,
June of 44,
Neil Young,
Boz Scaggs,
World's Most,
Jandek,
KRS-One,
Tears for Fears,
Connie Case,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra,
Dennis Brown,
Surgeon,
Shoche,
New York Dolls,
Hardrive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Yellowson,
Sandy B,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gichy Dan,
Zapp,
Kas Product,
Sixth Finger,
Suicide,
Terry Callier,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funkadelic,
Monks,
The Motions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Franke,
Roy Ayers,
Procol Harum,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alphaville,
Silicon Teens,
The Remains,
F. McDonald,
John Foxx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brothers Johnson,
Negative Approach,
Man Parrish,
The Sonics,
The Saints,
The Neon Judgement,
Minnie Riperton,
The Index,
The Golliwogs,
Model 500,
Marshall Jefferson,
Q and Not U,
Yazoo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.