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 Bulgaria and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Fat Boys to the crunk 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
These Immortal Souls,
Tubeway Army,
Reuben Wilson,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare,
Faust,
Mr. Review,
Soulsonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cluster,
Lucky Dragons,
Zapp,
Robert Hood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Inner City,
The Blackbyrds,
Ten City,
Suburban Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eddi Front,
The Neon Judgement,
The Standells,
The Cure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Sheep,
Drexciya,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lungfish,
The Moody Blues,
Metal Thangz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Gabor Szabo,
Grey Daturas,
Mantronix,
Loose Ends,
Brass Construction,
Arthur Verocai,
FM Einheit,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Juan Atkins,
Yazoo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amazonics,
Nirvana,
Eric Copeland,
Anthony Braxton,
Deakin,
Public Enemy,
The Raincoats,
Skriet,
Suicide,
Niagra,
Bush Tetras,
Pierre Henry,
UT,
Scrapy,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.