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 Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lebanon Hanover to the techno 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy Collins,
Slick Rick,
Stetsasonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barrington Levy,
The Black Dice,
Boz Scaggs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Banda Bassotti,
kango's stein massive,
Magma,
Isaac Hayes,
David Axelrod,
PIL,
The Sound,
Scion,
Accadde A,
Black Bananas,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-Ray Spex,
Wally Richardson,
The Techniques,
Ponytail,
John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Saccharine Trust,
Infiniti,
Massinfluence,
Warsaw,
Skaos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dennis Brown,
Juan Atkins,
Easy Going,
The J.B.'s,
Mars,
Surgeon,
Derrick May,
the Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
Basic Channel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Adolescents,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra,
Bad Manners,
Todd Terry,
The Neon Judgement,
Crash Course in Science,
the Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Khruangbin,
The Remains,
China Crisis,
Cheater Slicks,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.