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 Equatorial Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
L. Decosne,
Funkadelic,
New Order,
The Misunderstood,
Mo-Dettes,
Sight & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Starr,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Swans,
Minutemen,
The Monks,
Pagans,
Terry Callier,
Morten Harket,
Minny Pops,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Finger,
Neu!,
The Pop Group,
Lightning Bolt,
The Remains,
Television,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Danielle Patucci,
Aswad,
The Gladiators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Freddie Wadling,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang On A Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Skatalites,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ornette Coleman,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Smooth,
The Cowsills,
Rod Modell,
Country Teasers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Standells,
Pylon,
One Last Wish,
Nick Fraelich,
Slick Rick,
The Count Five,
FM Einheit,
Peter & Gordon,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.