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 Nauru and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Halsall,
Hoover,
kango's stein massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Royal Trux,
Faust,
Ultravox,
Lungfish,
Eli Mardock,
Stiv Bators,
The Residents,
Q65,
Don Cherry,
Moebius,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Absolute Body Control,
Sister Nancy,
The Walker Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
The Golliwogs,
Chris Corsano,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
In Retrospect,
Section 25,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monks,
Dead Boys,
The J.B.'s,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra,
The Selecter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echospace,
Prince Buster,
Iggy Pop,
Steve Hackett,
Mandrill,
Black Flag,
The Gories,
Pagans,
The Gun Club,
Rapeman,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Howard Jones,
Ice-T,
Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.