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 Haiti and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Seeds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Motorama,
Mandrill,
Thompson Twins,
Agitation Free,
Joyce Sims,
Tubeway Army,
The Saints,
Alton Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Sneak,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra,
Gong,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Copeland,
Mr. Review,
Second Layer,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Remains,
John Holt,
X-101,
Au Pairs,
Erykah Badu,
Bang On A Can,
Charles Mingus,
The Five Americans,
a-ha,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pere Ubu,
Severed Heads,
Lindisfarne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun City Girls,
The Cramps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Tommy Roe,
Minny Pops,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rekid,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Black Dice,
The Modern Lovers,
The American Breed,
Bobby Womack,
The Walker Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Roger Hodgson,
Slick Rick,
Harmonia,
B.T. Express,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.