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 Latvia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Surgeon to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Patti Smith,
Wally Richardson,
John Cale,
Joe Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moleskins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Desert Stars,
Shoche,
X-Ray Spex,
Nik Kershaw,
Scratch Acid,
Moebius,
Amazonics,
T. Rex,
Dead Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
Kayak,
The Real Kids,
Sugar Minott,
Minnie Riperton,
Fugazi,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Excepter,
Vladislav Delay,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blossom Toes,
Brass Construction,
Radio Birdman,
Minor Threat,
The Monochrome Set,
Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronan,
The United States of America,
The Motions,
Hardrive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Bowie,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sam Rivers,
Kerri Chandler,
Freddie Wadling,
Sandy B,
Brick,
The Gap Band,
F. McDonald,
Negative Approach,
Goldenarms,
Magazine,
The Zeros,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.