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 Brunei and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Susan Cadogan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Dolphy,
Zero Boys,
Pagans,
John Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Loose Ends,
The Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Interpol,
The Buckinghams,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quantec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sarah Menescal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moebius,
Ituana,
10cc,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New York Dolls,
The Slackers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anakelly,
Agent Orange,
Mantronix,
Scan 7,
The Saints,
The Fall,
The Barracudas,
Ornette Coleman,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vainqueur,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Accadde A,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Leaves,
The Techniques,
China Crisis,
The Wake,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Normal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skriet,
Fatback Band,
June of 44,
Panda Bear,
Aural Exciters,
Lalann,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lightning Bolt,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.