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 Delhi.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cal Tjader to the funk 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brass Construction,
Nirvana,
the Bar-Kays,
Surgeon,
Crispian St. Peters,
kango's stein massive,
Mantronix,
The Pop Group,
The Neon Judgement,
Outsiders,
Max Romeo,
Nils Olav,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris Corsano,
Funky Four + One,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Lydon,
Soulsonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Order,
The Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
Silicon Teens,
Sixth Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vladislav Delay,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q65,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cramps,
Alphaville,
Niagra,
The Gladiators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Susan Cadogan,
Grey Daturas,
Minutemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Circle Jerks,
Y Pants,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Clarke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Adolescents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moody Blues,
The Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rites of Spring,
Wire,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.