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 Bahrain and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Soft Cell to the electroclash 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 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?
Roy Ayers,
The Toasters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amazonics,
Mantronix,
Quantec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Style,
Porter Ricks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fuzztones,
The Knickerbockers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Panda Bear,
Oneida,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stiv Bators,
Motorama,
Don Cherry,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Q65,
Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Minutemen,
Cal Tjader,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Das Ding,
Marvin Gaye,
Charles Mingus,
Adolescents,
Animal Collective,
Lower 48,
Public Enemy,
The Fall,
Theoretical Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Delta 5,
Popol Vuh,
Blancmange,
Kayak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television Personalities,
Malaria!,
The Stooges,
Hashim,
Barbara Tucker,
Thompson Twins,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Y Pants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scrapy,
Wasted Youth,
Depeche Mode,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.