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 Guatemala and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Man Eating Sloth to the techno 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Alison Limerick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Swans,
The Misunderstood,
D'Angelo,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Trojans,
K-Klass,
Khruangbin,
Minor Threat,
Unwound,
Roxy Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thompson Twins,
Guru Guru,
This Heat,
Pere Ubu,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Last Poets,
The Fortunes,
10cc,
T.S.O.L.,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Real Kids,
The Star Department,
Fela Kuti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heaven 17,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Motorama,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smiths,
The Mojo Men,
Desert Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Scion,
Scrapy,
Tim Buckley,
The Gun Club,
Angry Samoans,
The Durutti Column,
Surgeon,
The Blackbyrds,
Gong,
The Victims,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Flag,
Barrington Levy,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Style,
The Evens,
Hoover,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.