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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mummies to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oblivians,
June of 44,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Parrish,
DNA,
Quadrant,
Easy Going,
Qualms,
Patti Smith,
Swell Maps,
Agitation Free,
Junior Murvin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stereo Dub,
Ultravox,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Terry,
Television,
Deakin,
Derrick Morgan,
the Bar-Kays,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Searchers,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Style,
Reagan Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
John Holt,
Thee Headcoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Real Kids,
Masters at Work,
The Cramps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Make Up,
The New Christs,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Swans,
Mr. Review,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Wells,
Model 500,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nik Kershaw,
Oneida,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Velvet Underground,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Basic Channel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.