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 Iran and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Janne Schatter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Anakelly,
Mark Hollis,
The Velvet Underground,
Unrelated Segments,
Rekid,
Lucky Dragons,
Kas Product,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wolf Eyes,
Deakin,
DNA,
Rites of Spring,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Swans,
Josef K,
Loose Ends,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
Boredoms,
H. Thieme,
Thee Headcoats,
Scrapy,
Drexciya,
Audionom,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter and Kerry,
Royal Trux,
Hashim,
The Move,
June of 44,
Joensuu 1685,
Surgeon,
Faraquet,
Todd Rundgren,
T. Rex,
Derrick Morgan,
The Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
June Days,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Womack,
Susan Cadogan,
Lakeside,
Camouflage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blues Magoos,
The J.B.'s,
Ludus,
Laurel Aitken,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
La Düsseldorf,
Kenny Larkin,
Cymande,
Idris Muhammad,
Fela Kuti,
Henry Cow,
Wally Richardson,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.