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 Vietnam and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Pere Ubu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Davy DMX,
The United States of America,
Moss Icon,
Flash Fearless,
Throbbing Gristle,
Al Stewart,
Soul II Soul,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gichy Dan,
the Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Glenn Branca,
Grey Daturas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Talk Talk,
Ponytail,
Ronan,
the Human League,
The Techniques,
10cc,
Malaria!,
John Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonic Youth,
Monolake,
The Zeros,
Easy Going,
Vladislav Delay,
AZ,
Loose Ends,
the Normal,
The Associates,
Soft Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harry Pussy,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Hood,
Funkadelic,
Aswad,
The Busters,
The Names,
Saccharine Trust,
The Divine Comedy,
Qualms,
Rekid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
The Offenders,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Michelle Simonal,
La Düsseldorf,
Toni Rubio,
Wasted Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Brick,
Nils Olav,
Accadde A,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.