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 Mauritius and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 the Germs to the grunge 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
The Human League,
The Remains,
Gang Green,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Severed Heads,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris & Cosey,
Urselle,
Sarah Menescal,
The Searchers,
Jawbox,
X-Ray Spex,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donald Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Michelle Simonal,
Procol Harum,
Cybotron,
Henry Cow,
Deadbeat,
EPMD,
Audionom,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gabor Szabo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kas Product,
Dead Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter & Gordon,
Wire,
Unrelated Segments,
the Bar-Kays,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Trumans Water,
Isaac Hayes,
Index,
Cluster,
Patti Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Delta 5,
The Evens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swell Maps,
Laurel Aitken,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Enemy,
John Cale,
The Stooges,
Fatback Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
PIL,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.