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 Senegal and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Tropical Tobacco 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül,
Spandau Ballet,
Vladislav Delay,
These Immortal Souls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camberwell Now,
Buzzcocks,
The Slits,
Mantronix,
Underground Resistance,
One Last Wish,
Marc Almond,
The Invisible,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Stooges,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young,
Eden Ahbez,
LL Cool J,
The New Christs,
Ralphi Rosario,
David McCallum,
Zapp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Saints,
The Birthday Party,
The Smiths,
Fluxion,
Country Teasers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doors,
Bauhaus,
Letta Mbulu,
Bluetip,
The Cure,
The Real Kids,
Bill Near,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June Days,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moebius,
Popol Vuh,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Charles Mingus,
Nirvana,
Chris & Cosey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alton Ellis,
Max Romeo,
the Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Q and Not U,
Delta 5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glenn Branca,
Deadbeat,
The Smoke,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.