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 El Salvador and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
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 clarinet 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 Sexual Harrassment to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric B and Rakim,
Make Up,
Fluxion,
Thompson Twins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roger Hodgson,
Albert Ayler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Animal Collective,
Japan,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Model 500,
Black Flag,
Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Schoolly D,
Simply Red,
Max Romeo,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young,
Ice-T,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hoover,
June of 44,
Marine Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Görl,
Soulsonic Force,
Yaz,
Aswad,
Jacques Brel,
The Toasters,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Womack,
The Walker Brothers,
Mandrill,
Funky Four + One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Patti Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
La Düsseldorf,
Deepchord,
Grauzone,
John Foxx,
The Motions,
The Durutti Column,
The United States of America,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kayak,
Deadbeat,
Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Dual Sessions,
Shoche,
New Age Steppers,
Yazoo,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.