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 Mozambique and from Lille.
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 Portland and Calgary.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Agent Orange to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Toni Rubio,
Anakelly,
Ornette Coleman,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
Malaria!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lindisfarne,
X-Ray Spex,
CMW,
Sam Rivers,
Smog,
Parry Music,
The Moleskins,
Todd Rundgren,
Darondo,
Black Pus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deadbeat,
Suicide,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delta 5,
Porter Ricks,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick May,
Y Pants,
The Fall,
Loose Ends,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gladiators,
Saccharine Trust,
Visage,
Essential Logic,
Chris & Cosey,
Fad Gadget,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moody Blues,
The Real Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Bad Manners,
The Neon Judgement,
Unrelated Segments,
Letta Mbulu,
T.S.O.L.,
kango's stein massive,
Hardrive,
DNA,
Black Bananas,
Dark Day,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra,
Rod Modell,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Babytalk,
Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.