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 Uruguay and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Maleditus Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Tommy Roe,
Surgeon,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy Collins,
Clear Light,
Marvin Gaye,
The Searchers,
Intrusion,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Grass Roots,
Albert Ayler,
Nas,
Mandrill,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blake Baxter,
The Pop Group,
The Cramps,
Aaron Thompson,
Mission of Burma,
Crooked Eye,
Massinfluence,
The Birthday Party,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liliput,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fugazi,
Dead Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris & Cosey,
The Move,
Suburban Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Skatalites,
June of 44,
Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
MDC,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxette,
The American Breed,
The Fugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Rekid,
New York Dolls,
Eli Mardock,
L. Decosne,
T.S.O.L.,
Erasure,
Pantytec,
Los Fastidios,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Au Pairs,
Don Cherry,
Neu!,
Janne Schatter,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.