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 Chad and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soul II Soul to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Second Layer,
Gabor Szabo,
The Searchers,
Cluster,
The Walker Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Mantronix,
John Lydon,
Goldenarms,
Symarip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tom Boy,
The Last Poets,
The Doors,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lindisfarne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agitation Free,
The Residents,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tubeway Army,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Mandrill,
The Red Krayola,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalann,
Icehouse,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Morten Harket,
Chrome,
The Toasters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
Intrusion,
A Certain Ratio,
Livin' Joy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Godley & Creme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Prince Buster,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Infiniti,
KRS-One,
The Saints,
cv313,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Guru Guru,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.