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 France and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Zero Boys to the grunge 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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Bill Near,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Sherman,
The Buckinghams,
Terry Callier,
B.T. Express,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slackers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Zeros,
Andrew Hill,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funkadelic,
Don Cherry,
Faraquet,
Chris & Cosey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cowsills,
Colin Newman,
Tears for Fears,
Fear,
Hashim,
Rekid,
Roxy Music,
The Gap Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Foxx,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Marine Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Unwound,
The Sound,
Joyce Sims,
The Fugs,
Bill Wells,
Ornette Coleman,
The Tremeloes,
The Toasters,
Aaron Thompson,
Barbara Tucker,
Stereo Dub,
The Cure,
Kayak,
The Fall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q65,
The Names,
Flash Fearless,
Con Funk Shun,
The Grass Roots,
Little Man,
Black Flag,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.