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 Gabon and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Toasters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '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 Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Eden Ahbez,
ABC,
Au Pairs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonic Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Piero Umiliani,
Japan,
The Blackbyrds,
Warsaw,
Pantaleimon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hasil Adkins,
Interpol,
The Gap Band,
Lalann,
Television Personalities,
Half Japanese,
The Red Krayola,
The Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sparks,
Essential Logic,
Porter Ricks,
the Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quando Quango,
Dave Gahan,
The Evens,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alice Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Max Romeo,
Stetsasonic,
The Sound,
Pierre Henry,
The Blues Magoos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scientists,
Rekid,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Halsall,
Cheater Slicks,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker,
Joyce Sims,
The Fall,
Lightning Bolt,
Agent Orange,
Heaven 17,
Swans,
The Birthday Party,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Darondo,
Buzzcocks,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.