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 Tajikistan and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Prunes to the crunk 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Green,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Audionom,
Ultra Naté,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Minny Pops,
The Remains,
LL Cool J,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pierre Henry,
Fear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sällskapet,
Royal Trux,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pretty Things,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
The Stooges,
Maleditus Sound,
T. Rex,
New Age Steppers,
The Velvet Underground,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Residents,
John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Moby Grape,
Kayak,
Rosa Yemen,
Section 25,
Fatback Band,
Trumans Water,
Hasil Adkins,
Von Mondo,
Laurel Aitken,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter and Kerry,
Crime,
Au Pairs,
X-Ray Spex,
The Standells,
The Gun Club,
Camouflage,
Dead Boys,
Scion,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Essential Logic,
The Fortunes,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Sherman,
Masters at Work,
The Techniques,
E-Dancer,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.