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 Azerbaijan and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ponytail to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Simply Red,
Lindisfarne,
Au Pairs,
The Cramps,
Oneida,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Lydon,
DJ Style,
Essential Logic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Residents,
LL Cool J,
Deadbeat,
Drexciya,
Severed Heads,
Quadrant,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker,
Camouflage,
A Certain Ratio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultra Naté,
Gichy Dan,
The Selecter,
Schoolly D,
Stetsasonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
OOIOO,
Sun City Girls,
Buzzcocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Subhumans,
Lucky Dragons,
Al Stewart,
The Seeds,
Nils Olav,
Archie Shepp,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultravox,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Zeros,
Masters at Work,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
KRS-One,
Delta 5,
Half Japanese,
Lyres,
Reuben Wilson,
The Five Americans,
Tres Demented,
Fugazi,
Flamin' Groovies,
One Last Wish,
Popol Vuh,
The Litter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Remains,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.