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 Croatia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 AZ to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Lynne,
Das Ding,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reuben Wilson,
Procol Harum,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Techniques,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Zapp,
The Sonics,
Radiohead,
The Dave Clark Five,
Symarip,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Durutti Column,
Half Japanese,
Livin' Joy,
Lungfish,
Joy Division,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deadbeat,
Harmonia,
Sixth Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dead C,
The American Breed,
Bobby Womack,
The Barracudas,
David McCallum,
Leonard Cohen,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Moon,
Quando Quango,
Liliput,
Don Cherry,
The Buckinghams,
The Names,
The Cowsills,
Supertramp,
Lucky Dragons,
Ken Boothe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soulsonic Force,
John Coltrane,
The Standells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Wake,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moss Icon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fortunes,
Derrick May,
The J.B.'s,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.