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 Botswana 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Red Krayola to the techno 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Isaac Hayes,
Television,
Scott Walker,
the Normal,
Inner City,
The Associates,
Derrick May,
Mo-Dettes,
the Association,
Das Ding,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonic Youth,
Accadde A,
Flash Fearless,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nas,
Barrington Levy,
Procol Harum,
The American Breed,
The Offenders,
the Bar-Kays,
Half Japanese,
The Fortunes,
Alison Limerick,
Massinfluence,
John Foxx,
Ludus,
Qualms,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry's Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Brand Nubian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalann,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oneida,
ABBA,
Josef K,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Negative Approach,
Joe Finger,
PIL,
The Victims,
Dawn Penn,
Roger Hodgson,
Slave,
The Durutti Column,
The Dirtbombs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
F. McDonald,
Patti Smith,
the Germs,
Au Pairs,
Pussy Galore,
Subhumans,
Zero Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Seeds,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.