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 Kuwait and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fire Engines to the electroclash 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
The Searchers,
Whodini,
Avey Tare,
Deakin,
The Stooges,
Graham Central Station,
Accadde A,
Procol Harum,
The Selecter,
Faust,
Soul II Soul,
The Fugs,
Carl Craig,
The Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Sixth Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tears for Fears,
Davy DMX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
Jandek,
Ken Boothe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy Collins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zapp,
Henry Cow,
Khruangbin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dirtbombs,
Joyce Sims,
Hot Snakes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Talk Talk,
Howard Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alton Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moebius,
Ituana,
Eric Dolphy,
David Bowie,
The Toasters,
Charles Mingus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
Siglo XX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Infiniti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Black Dice,
June of 44,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Names,
Magazine,
Vainqueur,
Dawn Penn,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.