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 Syria and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grunge 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Danielle Patucci,
Eli Mardock,
Symarip,
David Axelrod,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-Ray Spex,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonic Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Hot Snakes,
The Wake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bauhaus,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Germs,
Bob Dylan,
John Holt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiopuhelimet,
This Heat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Juan Atkins,
cv313,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dirtbombs,
Schoolly D,
Warren Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Mills,
The Durutti Column,
Ponytail,
Bill Wells,
Marine Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monolake,
Moby Grape,
Television Personalities,
New Age Steppers,
Skriet,
the Normal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alton Ellis,
Black Pus,
Simply Red,
R.M.O.,
Ultra Naté,
The Stooges,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Christie,
Malaria!,
Sällskapet,
Deakin,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.