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 Liechtenstein and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Crash Course in Science to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Magazine,
Idris Muhammad,
Q65,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blues Magoos,
Eve St. Jones,
LL Cool J,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Sherman,
Warsaw,
Bob Dylan,
Parry Music,
Moebius,
B.T. Express,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fugs,
Maurizio,
Laurel Aitken,
Severed Heads,
Basic Channel,
Livin' Joy,
The Mummies,
Popol Vuh,
Rapeman,
Ultimate Spinach,
E-Dancer,
Black Bananas,
Animal Collective,
In Retrospect,
Slick Rick,
Kas Product,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Desert Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerri Chandler,
The Names,
John Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Intrusion,
kango's stein massive,
Tres Demented,
The Selecter,
Can,
The Offenders,
Accadde A,
The Durutti Column,
Public Enemy,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Swans,
Fat Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alphaville,
Motorama,
Crime,
Skriet,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Star Department,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Procol Harum,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.