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 the UAE and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Jawbox to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Alison Limerick,
The Cure,
Amon Düül,
Monolake,
Adolescents,
The Gun Club,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gichy Dan,
Barbara Tucker,
Organ,
Terrestrial Tones,
Massinfluence,
Deadbeat,
The Angels of Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joey Negro,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deakin,
cv313,
Howard Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
The Move,
Liliput,
Slave,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Japan,
Negative Approach,
Cybotron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
The Slackers,
Blake Baxter,
Surgeon,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Jawbox,
Average White Band,
Neil Young,
The Vogues,
Parry Music,
Jandek,
Black Sheep,
The Residents,
MDC,
Arcadia,
The Fortunes,
Fela Kuti,
Half Japanese,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Livin' Joy,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Severed Heads,
Second Layer,
Robert Görl,
Grey Daturas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.