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 Canada and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Matthew Halsall to the disco 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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Flipper,
The Index,
Donny Hathaway,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bluetip,
Spandau Ballet,
Gichy Dan,
Barry Ungar,
David Bowie,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wasted Youth,
Nico,
The Moody Blues,
Das Ding,
The Five Americans,
The Residents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Toasters,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Techniques,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lindisfarne,
Bauhaus,
Lou Christie,
Second Layer,
The Blues Magoos,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terry Callier,
Blake Baxter,
Blossom Toes,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Malaria!,
Alison Limerick,
B.T. Express,
The New Christs,
Monolake,
Crime,
Deakin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barbara Tucker,
Fluxion,
Toni Rubio,
Funky Four + One,
Fatback Band,
The Cramps,
Symarip,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Icehouse,
Lightning Bolt,
The Raincoats,
Babytalk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Cybotron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.