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 China and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Niagra to the grime 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Aural Exciters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Outsiders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Last Poets,
Isaac Hayes,
Neu!,
Animal Collective,
Black Bananas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Near,
Mission of Burma,
Jawbox,
Oneida,
Procol Harum,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Laurel Aitken,
Organ,
Nik Kershaw,
Michelle Simonal,
Technova,
Mo-Dettes,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Pus,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Invisible,
Marmalade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crash Course in Science,
Liliput,
Public Image Ltd.,
Subhumans,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rekid,
Newcleus,
Negative Approach,
Blancmange,
The Leaves,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ludus,
Dead Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Au Pairs,
David Axelrod,
The Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skriet,
Heaven 17,
New York Dolls,
The Slackers,
Anthony Braxton,
Rufus Thomas,
Maurizio,
The Fugs,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.