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 Tajikistan and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Sandy B to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Niagra,
The Trojans,
Josef K,
Intrusion,
Alphaville,
The Residents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fat Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moody Blues,
Barclay James Harvest,
Severed Heads,
Patti Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Harmonia,
Kenny Larkin,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Wolf Eyes,
Tom Boy,
Funky Four + One,
Q65,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alton Ellis,
Hoover,
Little Man,
T. Rex,
Gang of Four,
Roxy Music,
the Normal,
The Martian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donny Hathaway,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visage,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eve St. Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Average White Band,
The Leaves,
The Angels of Light,
Ponytail,
Saccharine Trust,
Arab on Radar,
Absolute Body Control,
Barrington Levy,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.