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 Israel and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 Freddie Wadling to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
FM Einheit,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Adolescents,
Ultravox,
Black Flag,
John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed,
Bluetip,
T.S.O.L.,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Victims,
Kaleidoscope,
Lyres,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cal Tjader,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Sheep,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suicide,
Piero Umiliani,
Swans,
Davy DMX,
Wings,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
Silicon Teens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ludus,
Joe Finger,
Flash Fearless,
the Association,
Michelle Simonal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mr. Review,
ABBA,
Pantaleimon,
China Crisis,
Depeche Mode,
Yazoo,
The Leaves,
The Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Associates,
Little Man,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nik Kershaw,
Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
F. McDonald,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.