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 Serbia and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Sarah Menescal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
Von Mondo,
Loose Ends,
The Beau Brummels,
The United States of America,
The Mojo Men,
La Düsseldorf,
Cameo,
Spandau Ballet,
Lightning Bolt,
Minor Threat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Style,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Theoretical Girls,
Terry Callier,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
JFA,
The Durutti Column,
Silicon Teens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
E-Dancer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bronski Beat,
Barry Ungar,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonic Youth,
Clear Light,
Section 25,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Dolphy,
Eden Ahbez,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Intrusion,
Wolf Eyes,
Flipper,
David Axelrod,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flash Fearless,
Marmalade,
New Age Steppers,
Groovy Waters,
Ultravox,
Pagans,
Banda Bassotti,
Rod Modell,
Country Teasers,
In Retrospect,
The Gun Club,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun City Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.