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 Latvia and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 The Dave Clark Five to the disco 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Names,
Nico,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalann,
Q and Not U,
The Fugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
The Index,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Starr,
Joyce Sims,
Anakelly,
Skriet,
Quando Quango,
Supertramp,
Procol Harum,
Nirvana,
The Beau Brummels,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Age Steppers,
Quadrant,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Colin Newman,
Essential Logic,
Max Romeo,
LL Cool J,
Buzzcocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
James Chance & The Contortions,
In Retrospect,
Livin' Joy,
Icehouse,
Ronan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television Personalities,
Drive Like Jehu,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Victims,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Dennis Brown,
OOIOO,
Blake Baxter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Human League,
Jeff Mills,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-102,
Lou Christie,
Cal Tjader,
Barry Ungar,
Minutemen,
Davy DMX,
Eli Mardock,
Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.