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 Tonga and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Intrusion to the electroclash 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All X-101 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Minutemen,
Mars,
Buzzcocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harmonia,
L. Decosne,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Womack,
Newcleus,
The Offenders,
The Gladiators,
Sällskapet,
Au Pairs,
Rites of Spring,
Country Teasers,
Clear Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fall,
The Dead C,
Camberwell Now,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Main Source,
Joyce Sims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Subhumans,
Ronan,
Franke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Essential Logic,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
Slave,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rapeman,
Radiohead,
The Zeros,
Black Bananas,
Derrick May,
Quando Quango,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stereo Dub,
Circle Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Harry Pussy,
Boz Scaggs,
Ituana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Index,
Dark Day,
Black Flag,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.