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 Equatorial Guinea and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the funk 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Green,
Nick Fraelich,
Make Up,
Mad Mike,
The Associates,
Gregory Isaacs,
Groovy Waters,
Sonic Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Eddi Front,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agitation Free,
Hardrive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Byron Stingily,
Scion,
Television Personalities,
Lucky Dragons,
Drexciya,
the Swans,
Audionom,
The Dead C,
Ice-T,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Joyce Sims,
The Stooges,
Max Romeo,
Negative Approach,
Blake Baxter,
Lungfish,
the Association,
Leonard Cohen,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
CMW,
Brand Nubian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Duran Duran,
Jacques Brel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
UT,
Delta 5,
Rod Modell,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Knickerbockers,
Funkadelic,
48th St. Collective,
OOIOO,
X-Ray Spex,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxette,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.