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 Togo and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Banda Bassotti to the techno 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Mark Hollis,
Kurtis Blow,
Stiv Bators,
Spoonie Gee,
Fluxion,
Popol Vuh,
Whodini,
Interpol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
48th St. Collective,
JFA,
Erykah Badu,
The Count Five,
Arab on Radar,
Massinfluence,
The Selecter,
Subhumans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neu!,
Marvin Gaye,
Japan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
Mad Mike,
The Fugs,
John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
Symarip,
Amon Düül II,
Sam Rivers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barbara Tucker,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radio Birdman,
The Doors,
OOIOO,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Saints,
The Buckinghams,
Cymande,
Joe Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
Deadbeat,
Frankie Knuckles,
EPMD,
Bang On A Can,
The Leaves,
PIL,
Soul II Soul,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dual Sessions,
X-101,
K-Klass,
The Names,
Tim Buckley,
The Vogues,
Johnny Clarke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
CMW,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.