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 Czech Republic and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Flash Fearless to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Gichy Dan,
FM Einheit,
Eddi Front,
Soft Machine,
The Star Department,
Theoretical Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tom Boy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Swans,
Scrapy,
The Tremeloes,
Mark Hollis,
The Busters,
Lightning Bolt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q and Not U,
Godley & Creme,
The Cure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crash Course in Science,
Chrome,
Sällskapet,
Massinfluence,
Intrusion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
In Retrospect,
DNA,
This Heat,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxette,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Make Up,
Goldenarms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Patti Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Wings,
Urselle,
Minutemen,
The Pop Group,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Byrd,
MC5,
The Techniques,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suicide,
Davy DMX,
Freddie Wadling,
Michelle Simonal,
Jawbox,
Yazoo,
Panda Bear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.