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 Mexico and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Aaron Thompson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
DNA,
Tres Demented,
Schoolly D,
Sun City Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
The Modern Lovers,
Kenny Larkin,
Scrapy,
Joey Negro,
The Moleskins,
The Sound,
The Fugs,
The Monochrome Set,
Fatback Band,
cv313,
Rotary Connection,
The Cramps,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalann,
The Index,
The Count Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Bourne,
PIL,
Y Pants,
Jeff Mills,
Brand Nubian,
Stiv Bators,
Donald Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Aural Exciters,
Swans,
Lindisfarne,
Drexciya,
Tubeway Army,
Erykah Badu,
ABBA,
Bluetip,
The Young Rascals,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monks,
Pere Ubu,
The Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
Fluxion,
Todd Terry,
Sällskapet,
Intrusion,
The Tremeloes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hot Snakes,
Porter Ricks,
L. Decosne,
Dennis Brown,
The Associates,
Young Marble Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Can,
Sixth Finger,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.