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 Georgia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Das Ding,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantaleimon,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Fraelich,
China Crisis,
Lungfish,
Warren Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Blake Baxter,
Intrusion,
Scratch Acid,
June of 44,
Black Moon,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warsaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Beau Brummels,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxette,
Joy Division,
Amazonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neu!,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Associates,
The Moleskins,
Desert Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
New Age Steppers,
LL Cool J,
Suburban Knight,
Rod Modell,
Urselle,
Judy Mowatt,
One Last Wish,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cramps,
Pagans,
Sam Rivers,
June Days,
Gabor Szabo,
Alison Limerick,
Livin' Joy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dirtbombs,
Fear,
Bob Dylan,
Crime,
Boredoms,
JFA,
Tubeway Army,
Panda Bear,
Pulsallama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kayak,
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.