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 Denmark and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
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 theremin 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 Amon Düül to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Underground Resistance,
Barrington Levy,
The Motions,
The Fortunes,
Zero Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
Intrusion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare,
Blake Baxter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Groovy Waters,
These Immortal Souls,
Kenny Larkin,
Marmalade,
Sex Pistols,
Byron Stingily,
Section 25,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zapp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lindisfarne,
Marine Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Neu!,
KRS-One,
Audionom,
Cameo,
Faraquet,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Enemy,
A Certain Ratio,
John Foxx,
X-101,
The Litter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Five Americans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
Drexciya,
Robert Wyatt,
Moebius,
Cheater Slicks,
Tres Demented,
In Retrospect,
Amazonics,
Mantronix,
Andrew Hill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
D'Angelo,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.