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 the UAE and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Juan Atkins to the disco 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Index,
Ossler,
Pantaleimon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fluxion,
Sällskapet,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Grass Roots,
Black Bananas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DNA,
Ultra Naté,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Human League,
AZ,
Infiniti,
New York Dolls,
Crime,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blake Baxter,
Dual Sessions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sandy B,
John Foxx,
The Happenings,
Bad Manners,
David Axelrod,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sexual Harrassment,
Henry Cow,
Sister Nancy,
Sugar Minott,
Sparks,
Little Man,
Harry Pussy,
JFA,
Quadrant,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-101,
The Buckinghams,
Thee Headcoats,
Neu!,
Mad Mike,
The Trojans,
Man Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delta 5,
Zapp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Graham Central Station,
Wolf Eyes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
D'Angelo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eden Ahbez,
Hashim,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.