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 Papua New Guinea and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the dance 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Hot Snakes,
Isaac Hayes,
New Order,
The Gories,
Half Japanese,
Fluxion,
Japan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alison Limerick,
Sister Nancy,
The Saints,
Pantytec,
Andrew Hill,
Dead Boys,
The Black Dice,
Joensuu 1685,
Warren Ellis,
Moss Icon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultravox,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Pus,
Essential Logic,
The Young Rascals,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mo-Dettes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jawbox,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Joy Division,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gichy Dan,
Surgeon,
Mantronix,
John Holt,
Inner City,
Make Up,
Charles Mingus,
Shoche,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The United States of America,
Jandek,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Starr,
Minor Threat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lungfish,
The Golliwogs,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Flipper,
Lou Christie,
Tommy Roe,
Television,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.