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 Chad and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Barbara Tucker to the funk 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Sarah Menescal,
Peter & Gordon,
Pulsallama,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
MC5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül II,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
U.S. Maple,
Skarface,
Soul II Soul,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sex Pistols,
the Swans,
DNA,
Davy DMX,
Jacob Miller,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Pierre Henry,
Yazoo,
The Move,
Brothers Johnson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terrestrial Tones,
Janne Schatter,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Smog,
The Buckinghams,
the Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sandy B,
Sixth Finger,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Last Poets,
Q and Not U,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kas Product,
Letta Mbulu,
B.T. Express,
Royal Trux,
Ice-T,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.