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 Senegal and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
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 oboe 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grunge 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Magazine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Wally Richardson,
Gang of Four,
the Germs,
Ken Boothe,
Warren Ellis,
China Crisis,
Severed Heads,
Warsaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Fraelich,
The Happenings,
Khruangbin,
The Five Americans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nico,
JFA,
Monolake,
X-101,
Andrew Hill,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dead C,
One Last Wish,
Grauzone,
Roxy Music,
10cc,
Patti Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rapeman,
Model 500,
Heaven 17,
Bauhaus,
The Gap Band,
Pussy Galore,
Mad Mike,
Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
The Mojo Men,
The Kinks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Unwound,
Aaron Thompson,
A Certain Ratio,
The Move,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lyres,
Crime,
Malaria!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sex Pistols,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultravox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.