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 Barbados and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Lyres to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and an arpeggiator 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 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?
Chrome,
Max Romeo,
The Moleskins,
B.T. Express,
Quantec,
The Zeros,
Eli Mardock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skriet,
the Human League,
Albert Ayler,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Young Rascals,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Don Cherry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warren Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aural Exciters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amazonics,
Shoche,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Skarface,
Scratch Acid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sällskapet,
The Slackers,
Lou Christie,
Minnie Riperton,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Alton Ellis,
Yellowson,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Janne Schatter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Leonard Cohen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Green,
The Happenings,
Siglo XX,
Pulsallama,
Crash Course in Science,
The Leaves,
48th St. Collective,
The Five Americans,
Lightning Bolt,
Pagans,
the Normal,
The Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
Blancmange,
Babytalk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.