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 Monaco and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 D'Angelo to the techno 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jawbox,
T.S.O.L.,
Mission of Burma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxy Music,
Blake Baxter,
Q and Not U,
The Blackbyrds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Goldenarms,
Pantytec,
Lucky Dragons,
Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
KRS-One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magma,
Godley & Creme,
New Age Steppers,
The Remains,
The Neon Judgement,
Freddie Wadling,
Aswad,
Ultravox,
Harry Pussy,
Schoolly D,
Lindisfarne,
The Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Byron Stingily,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moleskins,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kayak,
Sixth Finger,
Skriet,
Pylon,
Procol Harum,
Cybotron,
The Smiths,
Organ,
Mantronix,
Davy DMX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra,
Alice Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
The Divine Comedy,
Khruangbin,
PIL,
Alison Limerick,
Severed Heads,
MC5,
Saccharine Trust,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.