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 Liechtenstein and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 crunk 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Order,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blossom Toes,
The Fuzztones,
Graham Central Station,
The Mojo Men,
Marvin Gaye,
The Skatalites,
Ludus,
The Slackers,
Ultra Naté,
Gichy Dan,
KRS-One,
Dave Gahan,
Carl Craig,
Magma,
The Buckinghams,
Roxette,
Alice Coltrane,
The Index,
kango's stein massive,
Yellowson,
Camouflage,
Eden Ahbez,
Donald Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Dolphy,
Dead Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
The Raincoats,
Trumans Water,
DNA,
The Monochrome Set,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Urselle,
Don Cherry,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalann,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tom Boy,
Barry Ungar,
Rufus Thomas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quadrant,
Reuben Wilson,
Y Pants,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Normal,
The Neon Judgement,
Wasted Youth,
Chrome,
Interpol,
Sight & Sound,
Boredoms,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.