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 Macedonia and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Soulsonic Force to the techno 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter & Gordon,
Joey Negro,
Dark Day,
The Zeros,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
L. Decosne,
Eurythmics,
The Black Dice,
Skriet,
The Blues Magoos,
Glenn Branca,
Tres Demented,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mad Mike,
Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slackers,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Bourne,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wally Richardson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blake Baxter,
John Holt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harmonia,
the Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
cv313,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Severed Heads,
Unrelated Segments,
Cheater Slicks,
The Toasters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fatback Band,
FM Einheit,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Talk Talk,
Kaleidoscope,
ABC,
The Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blossom Toes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joensuu 1685,
Japan,
Johnny Clarke,
Aswad,
Donald Byrd,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.