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 Guyana and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rap 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sandy B,
the Sonics,
Index,
The Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Martian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joyce Sims,
Groovy Waters,
Altered Images,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shoche,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
UT,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
Unrelated Segments,
the Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funkadelic,
Visage,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Smog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Pus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boz Scaggs,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Halsall,
The Neon Judgement,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fela Kuti,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lucky Dragons,
Brand Nubian,
Oneida,
Mantronix,
The Birthday Party,
Desert Stars,
Dead Boys,
Half Japanese,
Albert Ayler,
Monolake,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Sneak,
Oblivians,
The Fortunes,
Glenn Branca,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harry Pussy,
The Motions,
Deepchord,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.