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 Germany and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Das Ding to the punk 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Victims,
Easy Going,
AZ,
The Fire Engines,
X-101,
Cameo,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris Corsano,
CMW,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scratch Acid,
Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
Deepchord,
Man Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siglo XX,
Au Pairs,
Roxette,
JFA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Severed Heads,
The Doors,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sex Pistols,
Wolf Eyes,
Hoover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magma,
Erasure,
Eurythmics,
Godley & Creme,
The Toasters,
Wire,
David Bowie,
Letta Mbulu,
Ponytail,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dead C,
T.S.O.L.,
The Move,
Slick Rick,
Fugazi,
The Wake,
10cc,
Arthur Verocai,
Moss Icon,
Das Ding,
Spoonie Gee,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young,
Brand Nubian,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Parry Music,
Crooked Eye,
FM Einheit,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.