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 Austria and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Glenn Branca to the punk 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Sällskapet,
Magma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yaz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
F. McDonald,
The Searchers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aural Exciters,
The Golliwogs,
Anthony Braxton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
Jandek,
Marmalade,
Sun City Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Hot Snakes,
Urselle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terry Callier,
Bad Manners,
JFA,
Mars,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Durutti Column,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blues Magoos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June Days,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Metal Thangz,
Fugazi,
Neil Young,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Wake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flipper,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donald Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nas,
Deepchord,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick May,
Joyce Sims,
Eve St. Jones,
Delta 5,
Negative Approach,
E-Dancer,
Bob Dylan,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dead C,
ABC,
Con Funk Shun,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.