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 Micronesia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Quadrant to the dance 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Quando Quango,
The Residents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agitation Free,
Joe Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marine Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joyce Sims,
Slick Rick,
The Associates,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxette,
Model 500,
Bad Manners,
June Days,
DJ Sneak,
Joy Division,
X-Ray Spex,
Throbbing Gristle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantytec,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fugazi,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scratch Acid,
The Names,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Darondo,
The Beau Brummels,
Nirvana,
UT,
The Barracudas,
Porter Ricks,
David Bowie,
Cluster,
Glenn Branca,
X-101,
June of 44,
Stereo Dub,
Frankie Knuckles,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Outsiders,
The Birthday Party,
Archie Shepp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vainqueur,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Livin' Joy,
This Heat,
Masters at Work,
Reuben Wilson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.