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 Botswana and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moby Grape to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Howard Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Sam Rivers,
Man Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Moss Icon,
The Cowsills,
Arcadia,
The Motions,
U.S. Maple,
Bad Manners,
Ultra Naté,
Lalann,
Morten Harket,
The Litter,
Q and Not U,
The Searchers,
Sällskapet,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Tremeloes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Associates,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Steve Hackett,
The Buckinghams,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick Morgan,
The Five Americans,
T.S.O.L.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mark Hollis,
Brick,
Kenny Larkin,
Pole,
Dark Day,
The Mojo Men,
Thompson Twins,
DNA,
The Toasters,
Tommy Roe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Clear Light,
X-101,
John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
Inner City,
Motorama,
Little Man,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blues Magoos,
Franke,
Ronnie Foster,
The Remains,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.