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 Ukraine and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
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 guitar 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 Y Pants to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Stetsasonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glenn Branca,
Yaz,
The Fugs,
Warren Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
This Heat,
The Martian,
Banda Bassotti,
Flipper,
Robert Görl,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang On A Can,
the Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Y Pants,
Angry Samoans,
The Saints,
The Star Department,
The Standells,
The Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
Brothers Johnson,
Lakeside,
Laurel Aitken,
Crime,
Bauhaus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Piero Umiliani,
Maurizio,
Joyce Sims,
Mission of Burma,
James White and The Blacks,
Absolute Body Control,
Barrington Levy,
Mo-Dettes,
Monolake,
Ronan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Finger,
Alphaville,
Graham Central Station,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Toasters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hot Snakes,
The Pretty Things,
Panda Bear,
Spoonie Gee,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalann,
Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
Fear,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.