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 Japan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bang On A Can to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cymande,
The Zeros,
Unwound,
Deepchord,
Peter & Gordon,
The Techniques,
Tim Buckley,
The Beau Brummels,
Adolescents,
Delon & Dalcan,
Morten Harket,
Grey Daturas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fela Kuti,
the Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lightning Bolt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
U.S. Maple,
Los Fastidios,
Alison Limerick,
Black Bananas,
Banda Bassotti,
Pierre Henry,
Loose Ends,
Ossler,
Japan,
Radiohead,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Supertramp,
Bill Wells,
Erasure,
The Moody Blues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marine Girls,
Television,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wolf Eyes,
Rod Modell,
Pantaleimon,
Second Layer,
Fad Gadget,
Glenn Branca,
Faust,
Duran Duran,
The Gories,
Terry Callier,
Donny Hathaway,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Index,
The Misunderstood,
Desert Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Kaleidoscope,
Ludus,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.