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 Liechtenstein and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 The Fortunes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Fatback Band,
PIL,
Sonic Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Althea and Donna,
The Skatalites,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minor Threat,
Cluster,
Dark Day,
Simply Red,
Bush Tetras,
Nik Kershaw,
Gichy Dan,
Moby Grape,
Carl Craig,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Wyatt,
Josef K,
The Detroit Cobras,
David McCallum,
Von Mondo,
Connie Case,
Pussy Galore,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Surgeon,
T. Rex,
Easy Going,
ABBA,
E-Dancer,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maurizio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
Patti Smith,
the Association,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hoover,
DJ Style,
Bob Dylan,
Tres Demented,
Lalann,
Blossom Toes,
Nirvana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monochrome Set,
Sparks,
Byron Stingily,
Sugar Minott,
Piero Umiliani,
JFA,
Khruangbin,
Lyres,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crooked Eye,
KRS-One,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.