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 Montenegro and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Birthday Party,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doors,
China Crisis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scion,
John Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hashim,
June of 44,
Marc Almond,
Black Bananas,
Tubeway Army,
The Moleskins,
Yellowson,
Pharoah Sanders,
R.M.O.,
Yaz,
Das Ding,
the Germs,
The Golliwogs,
Darondo,
Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
The Dirtbombs,
Cybotron,
Bobby Byrd,
Wings,
Nils Olav,
DNA,
The Evens,
Massinfluence,
Warsaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Tom Boy,
Ten City,
Half Japanese,
Lakeside,
Depeche Mode,
Guru Guru,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moody Blues,
The Remains,
K-Klass,
The Residents,
Derrick May,
Stereo Dub,
The Slackers,
John Cale,
Connie Case,
Fad Gadget,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiohead,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.