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 Cambodia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Michelle Simonal to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
The Invisible,
Second Layer,
Yazoo,
Angry Samoans,
The Monochrome Set,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Görl,
Sparks,
Ronan,
Johnny Clarke,
ABBA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glambeats Corp.,
Model 500,
The Vogues,
Unwound,
a-ha,
The Saints,
Warsaw,
Y Pants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonic Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reuben Wilson,
Spandau Ballet,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers,
The Gap Band,
Aswad,
Organ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moby Grape,
Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ten City,
8 Eyed Spy,
Los Fastidios,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Average White Band,
The Standells,
Hasil Adkins,
Rites of Spring,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
The Smoke,
Subhumans,
Warren Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
Nico,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cameo,
Scrapy,
Excepter,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.