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 Poland and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Dual Sessions to the crunk 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick May,
John Foxx,
Theoretical Girls,
Motorama,
JFA,
Peter & Gordon,
Rekid,
Aural Exciters,
Piero Umiliani,
Easy Going,
The Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Gerry Rafferty,
Smog,
Aswad,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
OOIOO,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Pus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minutemen,
Ohio Players,
Circle Jerks,
X-102,
Don Cherry,
Lungfish,
Ronan,
Cybotron,
The Real Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Red Krayola,
T.S.O.L.,
PIL,
Chrome,
James White and The Blacks,
Unwound,
Pole,
Darondo,
Anakelly,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barbara Tucker,
World's Most,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fear,
Mars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Davy DMX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brass Construction,
Suicide,
The Toasters,
Erasure,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.