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 Swaziland and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eric Dolphy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maurizio,
Sister Nancy,
Patti Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fad Gadget,
Henry Cow,
Vladislav Delay,
Interpol,
Hasil Adkins,
The Litter,
Sight & Sound,
Visage,
Lyres,
Roxy Music,
The J.B.'s,
Crash Course in Science,
R.M.O.,
The Star Department,
Excepter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fuzztones,
Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül,
Barbara Tucker,
Intrusion,
Gang Green,
Crime,
the Soft Cell,
The Names,
Kerri Chandler,
The Tremeloes,
Chris Corsano,
Ten City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glenn Branca,
The Last Poets,
Swell Maps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pretty Things,
Agitation Free,
Rosa Yemen,
Deakin,
Archie Shepp,
The Black Dice,
Ultravox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Red Krayola,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.