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 Mauritius and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Andrew Hill to the grunge 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
New Order,
Public Enemy,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pole,
The Birthday Party,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neu!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
CMW,
H. Thieme,
Maleditus Sound,
Mantronix,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hot Snakes,
Rapeman,
Sparks,
the Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
Popol Vuh,
Dual Sessions,
Pere Ubu,
Spoonie Gee,
Television Personalities,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultra Naté,
Sex Pistols,
Ludus,
Darondo,
Essential Logic,
Sugar Minott,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Buckinghams,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Buzzcocks,
Erykah Badu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Flag,
cv313,
Gichy Dan,
Godley & Creme,
Bush Tetras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Trumans Water,
Mission of Burma,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry's Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
Fatback Band,
Sixth Finger,
L. Decosne,
Bang On A Can,
Easy Going,
Suicide,
Aswad,
The Grass Roots,
Donny Hathaway,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.