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 Portugal and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Moon 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bad Manners,
The Happenings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sällskapet,
Connie Case,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Charles Mingus,
The Raincoats,
The Names,
Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skarface,
Simply Red,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thompson Twins,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young,
Technova,
Morten Harket,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Hill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MDC,
Bang On A Can,
The Pop Group,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Byrd,
Infiniti,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shuggie Otis,
Young Marble Giants,
The Index,
Man Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
Minnie Riperton,
Q and Not U,
Isaac Hayes,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cameo,
The Vogues,
Kayak,
Rod Modell,
The New Christs,
Spoonie Gee,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alphaville,
Archie Shepp,
The Invisible,
The Music Machine,
China Crisis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Negative Approach,
Nico,
Electric Prunes,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.