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 Ukraine and from London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Los Fastidios to the rock 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Nik Kershaw,
Schoolly D,
Fat Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Wells,
Negative Approach,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül II,
Tropical Tobacco,
New York Dolls,
Alison Limerick,
New Order,
Iggy Pop,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Deepchord,
The Young Rascals,
Monolake,
Rotary Connection,
Don Cherry,
Young Marble Giants,
Das Ding,
Eurythmics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Walker Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Underground Resistance,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mojo Men,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Finger,
ABBA,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Copeland,
Mantronix,
Jeff Mills,
Wolf Eyes,
Trumans Water,
Organ,
F. McDonald,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Style,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott Heron,
Henry Cow,
Motorama,
Ultravox,
Thee Headcoats,
The Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantaleimon,
Model 500,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Y Pants,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.