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 Peru and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Little Man to the electroclash 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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Beau Brummels,
Barry Ungar,
48th St. Collective,
The Gun Club,
Procol Harum,
Boz Scaggs,
The Happenings,
Reagan Youth,
The Associates,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Underground Resistance,
Lower 48,
Hardrive,
Cheater Slicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Albert Ayler,
Iggy Pop,
Y Pants,
Gichy Dan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantaleimon,
Technova,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Babytalk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
cv313,
Joy Division,
The Fortunes,
Camouflage,
Swell Maps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bob Dylan,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gories,
Donald Byrd,
Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Adolescents,
Trumans Water,
Kerri Chandler,
Excepter,
Motorama,
David McCallum,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slick Rick,
Flipper,
Section 25,
Ultravox,
Porter Ricks,
Fugazi,
The Index,
Wire,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Raincoats,
The Five Americans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.