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 Ukraine and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gong to the dance 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Ultra Naté,
This Heat,
Drexciya,
Letta Mbulu,
Hot Snakes,
Underground Resistance,
Harmonia,
Godley & Creme,
Young Marble Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cure,
Youth Brigade,
Faraquet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nas,
Sound Behaviour,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grauzone,
Althea and Donna,
Fad Gadget,
Fatback Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Ossler,
The Smoke,
Buzzcocks,
Bush Tetras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Last Poets,
Slave,
Mark Hollis,
Negative Approach,
kango's stein massive,
The Fortunes,
Barry Ungar,
Infiniti,
The Tremeloes,
Terry Callier,
The Remains,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Bowie,
Darondo,
Rufus Thomas,
The Trojans,
Black Flag,
Dawn Penn,
the Germs,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Rundgren,
MC5,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crooked Eye,
Joensuu 1685,
Wolf Eyes,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.