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 Sudan and from New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Scion,
UT,
The Sound,
Malaria!,
Blossom Toes,
Arthur Verocai,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Mills,
Maurizio,
The Wake,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barry Ungar,
Stiv Bators,
H. Thieme,
PIL,
Scrapy,
The Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yazoo,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronan,
The Busters,
Kayak,
Interpol,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Normal,
The Evens,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Copeland,
Skarface,
Reagan Youth,
New York Dolls,
Can,
Intrusion,
Loose Ends,
Cameo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Icehouse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erasure,
Essential Logic,
One Last Wish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quadrant,
Monolake,
The Motions,
Kurtis Blow,
Arab on Radar,
The Raincoats,
The Birthday Party,
Country Teasers,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.