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 Kyrgyzstan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Sun Ra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Trumans Water,
The Birthday Party,
Patti Smith,
Severed Heads,
Todd Terry,
Aaron Thompson,
T. Rex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Laurel Aitken,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brick,
The Mummies,
Rites of Spring,
Main Source,
Metal Thangz,
Alphaville,
Camouflage,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sound,
X-101,
The Evens,
the Association,
Parry Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grauzone,
The Mojo Men,
Brass Construction,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Residents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boz Scaggs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fugs,
Smog,
A Certain Ratio,
Cluster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slick Rick,
R.M.O.,
James White and The Blacks,
Alison Limerick,
Absolute Body Control,
The Divine Comedy,
The Walker Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Pussy Galore,
Dark Day,
Marmalade,
Intrusion,
The Star Department,
Glenn Branca,
The Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.