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 Namibia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Chris Corsano to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moon. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oblivians,
Bush Tetras,
Kerrie Biddell,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suicide,
Depeche Mode,
Symarip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Malaria!,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Germs,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Axelrod,
The Gories,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q and Not U,
Crash Course in Science,
Franke,
Supertramp,
Porter Ricks,
Pylon,
Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Toni Rubio,
Swell Maps,
Mantronix,
Matthew Bourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rekid,
Letta Mbulu,
Warsaw,
Sixth Finger,
Visage,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-101,
Interpol,
Stereo Dub,
Rufus Thomas,
The Residents,
Arcadia,
Surgeon,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Evens,
Sugar Minott,
Darondo,
Section 25,
L. Decosne,
Sex Pistols,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hoover,
the Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.