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 Palau and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Make Up to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sarah Menescal,
The American Breed,
Hasil Adkins,
Brass Construction,
Visage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Tremeloes,
The Raincoats,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultravox,
Audionom,
Vladislav Delay,
Kenny Larkin,
Funkadelic,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker,
Minny Pops,
FM Einheit,
Khruangbin,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Hill,
Animal Collective,
Moss Icon,
The Residents,
Black Bananas,
The Victims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alison Limerick,
The Barracudas,
Black Pus,
The Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jawbox,
Arab on Radar,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Association,
Infiniti,
The J.B.'s,
X-101,
Slick Rick,
Negative Approach,
Young Marble Giants,
Flash Fearless,
F. McDonald,
Unrelated Segments,
The United States of America,
Tears for Fears,
Smog,
Sällskapet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy Collins,
UT,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiohead,
Marmalade,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.