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 Cameroon and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Young Rascals to the disco 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Robert Görl,
Boz Scaggs,
Whodini,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Style,
Kaleidoscope,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül,
Soulsonic Force,
Blancmange,
Gang of Four,
Inner City,
Carl Craig,
Mars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Starr,
E-Dancer,
Angry Samoans,
David Bowie,
Unwound,
Monolake,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Buzzcocks,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Copeland,
Kurtis Blow,
Alison Limerick,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Technova,
Fat Boys,
The Cowsills,
B.T. Express,
Hot Snakes,
Peter and Kerry,
James White and The Blacks,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wings,
The Gap Band,
Bad Manners,
Charles Mingus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Womack,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aloha Tigers,
Zapp,
Eddi Front,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.