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 Somalia and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Harpers Bizarre to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Kas Product,
DJ Sneak,
X-102,
Pere Ubu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cramps,
X-101,
David Bowie,
Steve Hackett,
R.M.O.,
D'Angelo,
The Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Lower 48,
Black Bananas,
Trumans Water,
Moss Icon,
Interpol,
Parry Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bush Tetras,
Hasil Adkins,
Marine Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Pagans,
The Last Poets,
Mo-Dettes,
Y Pants,
Quantec,
Dawn Penn,
Echospace,
Siglo XX,
Rufus Thomas,
Kurtis Blow,
Massinfluence,
The Golliwogs,
Young Marble Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Jawbox,
E-Dancer,
the Fania All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
In Retrospect,
Kevin Saunderson,
Smog,
Reagan Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sugar Minott,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moleskins,
Eddi Front,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.