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 Mauritius and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Eric Copeland to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT 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?
Little Man,
The Martian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Essential Logic,
The Motions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nils Olav,
A Certain Ratio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warren Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
Lucky Dragons,
Rites of Spring,
Skaos,
Shoche,
Black Bananas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun City Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cluster,
The Fugs,
Monolake,
The Angels of Light,
Alphaville,
Delta 5,
T. Rex,
Hoover,
Erasure,
The Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Urselle,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra,
Sight & Sound,
Ituana,
Patti Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Infiniti,
The Move,
Marvin Gaye,
Al Stewart,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Birthday Party,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Techniques,
Blake Baxter,
Cecil Taylor,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pretty Things,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rod Modell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cure,
Babytalk,
Pere Ubu,
Thompson Twins,
Popol Vuh,
Grauzone,
The Names,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.