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 Finland and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brand Nubian,
Nirvana,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Busters,
Underground Resistance,
Warsaw,
Subhumans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultra Naté,
Blancmange,
Massinfluence,
Tubeway Army,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Schoolly D,
Maleditus Sound,
Technova,
Crooked Eye,
Tropical Tobacco,
Panda Bear,
Fela Kuti,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiohead,
Surgeon,
The Pretty Things,
The Gories,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slackers,
The Fall,
Kool Moe Dee,
Desert Stars,
Heaven 17,
Neu!,
Easy Going,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Byron Stingily,
La Düsseldorf,
Brick,
Scientists,
Y Pants,
Agitation Free,
Symarip,
Wire,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Misunderstood,
Ten City,
Magazine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Outsiders,
Rites of Spring,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.