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 Kenya and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Severed Heads to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Erykah Badu,
Boredoms,
Erasure,
Godley & Creme,
Piero Umiliani,
Slick Rick,
Yusef Lateef,
Au Pairs,
Excepter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Lydon,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Green,
Chris & Cosey,
Blake Baxter,
Icehouse,
Goldenarms,
Gichy Dan,
Kurtis Blow,
The Wake,
Terrestrial Tones,
D'Angelo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ornette Coleman,
Tres Demented,
Soft Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonic Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Saccharine Trust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fear,
The Selecter,
The Fortunes,
Adolescents,
Eli Mardock,
Talk Talk,
T.S.O.L.,
Whodini,
Blancmange,
Vainqueur,
The Cowsills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Albert Ayler,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cramps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun City Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Inner City,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker,
The Smoke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masters at Work,
Robert Görl,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.