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 Jamaica and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mighty Diamonds to the punk 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Tears for Fears,
The Fugs,
Lower 48,
Rapeman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cheater Slicks,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Christie,
Delta 5,
Mark Hollis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fatback Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June of 44,
Mission of Burma,
Sugar Minott,
Bad Manners,
Dark Day,
The Litter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alison Limerick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sparks,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare,
The Stooges,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gap Band,
Hoover,
Japan,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronnie Foster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Saints,
the Normal,
The Searchers,
Niagra,
Outsiders,
Dual Sessions,
Steve Hackett,
Roxette,
Loose Ends,
Sun City Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
K-Klass,
Zapp,
Joe Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
The Kinks,
Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.