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 Mongolia and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rap 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Blancmange,
Ponytail,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minor Threat,
The Doors,
James White and The Blacks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
the Bar-Kays,
Quantec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tubeway Army,
Byron Stingily,
Stereo Dub,
Camberwell Now,
Ken Boothe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slave,
Magazine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiohead,
The Sound,
Maurizio,
Neu!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cameo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Evens,
Youth Brigade,
June of 44,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
Drexciya,
Parry Music,
Prince Buster,
Oblivians,
The Pretty Things,
Anakelly,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dennis Brown,
The Leaves,
Sun City Girls,
Mandrill,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker,
John Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABBA,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Germs,
Bobby Womack,
Main Source,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.