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 Micronesia and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeff Lynne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Crime,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Youth Brigade,
Trumans Water,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quando Quango,
The Gladiators,
MDC,
Newcleus,
The Real Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barrington Levy,
The Modern Lovers,
Morten Harket,
the Human League,
Andrew Hill,
Tres Demented,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Lynne,
Sugar Minott,
Sexual Harrassment,
Panda Bear,
Duran Duran,
Vainqueur,
EPMD,
Quadrant,
Rotary Connection,
The Martian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boredoms,
Chris Corsano,
Nils Olav,
Scrapy,
Von Mondo,
Radio Birdman,
Josef K,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dead C,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers,
Mark Hollis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Iggy Pop,
Pagans,
Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Görl,
ABC,
The Gories,
Toni Rubio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boogie Down Productions,
Excepter,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.