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 Malaysia 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 The Shadows of Knight to the jazz 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Misunderstood,
Mark Hollis,
Erasure,
The Kinks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter and Kerry,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Basic Channel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Little Man,
OOIOO,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scientists,
a-ha,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New York Dolls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Max Romeo,
Gang Green,
Cluster,
Alphaville,
Oblivians,
The Gun Club,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ludus,
Anthony Braxton,
Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
Carl Craig,
Soulsonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Ken Boothe,
The Barracudas,
The Pretty Things,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dead Boys,
Harmonia,
Tropical Tobacco,
Das Ding,
Wasted Youth,
KRS-One,
Colin Newman,
Fela Kuti,
Pere Ubu,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Remains,
Franke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.