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 Estonia and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Donald Fagen 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 Iggy Pop to the crunk 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Sonic Youth,
Marine Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Evens,
Fela Kuti,
Buzzcocks,
Bob Dylan,
ABBA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Popol Vuh,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cluster,
Rod Modell,
Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oblivians,
Negative Approach,
Sun City Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Rotary Connection,
The Walker Brothers,
Basic Channel,
X-Ray Spex,
Ornette Coleman,
Magazine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Intrusion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ken Boothe,
La Düsseldorf,
Marmalade,
Slave,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Flag,
Robert Wyatt,
Nirvana,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Age Steppers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dark Day,
Reuben Wilson,
The Motions,
Joey Negro,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Sneak,
Moebius,
The Mummies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Shadows of Knight,
Supertramp,
Whodini,
The Red Krayola,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Qualms,
Cybotron,
Lindisfarne,
The Trojans,
Drexciya,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.