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 Congo and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Porter Ricks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
Curtis Mayfield,
This Heat,
Kerri Chandler,
Excepter,
Pierre Henry,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Vogues,
Wasted Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Lynne,
Symarip,
Section 25,
Funky Four + One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ossler,
Desert Stars,
The American Breed,
One Last Wish,
KRS-One,
DJ Sneak,
New Order,
Barry Ungar,
Lower 48,
Intrusion,
Underground Resistance,
Arthur Verocai,
Yusef Lateef,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boredoms,
The Moody Blues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Zeros,
China Crisis,
Crash Course in Science,
Minutemen,
Bill Near,
X-Ray Spex,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash,
Organ,
Hot Snakes,
The Five Americans,
James White and The Blacks,
Joyce Sims,
Adolescents,
The Walker Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Holt,
The Fugs,
The Grass Roots,
Wolf Eyes,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
B.T. Express,
K-Klass,
Soft Machine,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.