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 Papua New Guinea and from Salvador.
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 Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 the Human League to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glenn Branca,
Main Source,
Buzzcocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Depeche Mode,
Minutemen,
Skaos,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cowsills,
PIL,
Bluetip,
Fugazi,
The Toasters,
X-102,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Five Americans,
John Foxx,
cv313,
Bootsy Collins,
Aswad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maurizio,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Dolphy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABBA,
The Happenings,
Lungfish,
Hasil Adkins,
Surgeon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James White and The Blacks,
Magma,
Wire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiohead,
Q and Not U,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
Eddi Front,
The Slackers,
Altered Images,
Panda Bear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fluxion,
Chris Corsano,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
Fela Kuti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eden Ahbez,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry's Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.