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 Andorra and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 The Barracudas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Colin Newman,
Youth Brigade,
Cymande,
Minnie Riperton,
Hoover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Buzzcocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Desert Stars,
ABBA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
La Düsseldorf,
Siglo XX,
Crispian St. Peters,
The American Breed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
The Red Krayola,
Peter & Gordon,
Traffic Nightmare,
E-Dancer,
Ponytail,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fad Gadget,
Swell Maps,
Massinfluence,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Osbourne,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nas,
Sonic Youth,
a-ha,
Charles Mingus,
Kenny Larkin,
Japan,
Brothers Johnson,
Minor Threat,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joey Negro,
Scrapy,
Marine Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Can,
Laurel Aitken,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül,
Anakelly,
The Residents,
Television Personalities,
Whodini,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.