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 Ecuador and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Aloha Tigers to the techno 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Magma,
48th St. Collective,
Babytalk,
Popol Vuh,
New York Dolls,
Brick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABBA,
Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
China Crisis,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cowsills,
The Gladiators,
Vainqueur,
Youth Brigade,
Alice Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
the Human League,
Qualms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Davy DMX,
The Fall,
Quando Quango,
a-ha,
Mantronix,
Hot Snakes,
The Kinks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fear,
Lyres,
Icehouse,
Interpol,
Tim Buckley,
Ice-T,
Buzzcocks,
Ossler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smiths,
The Star Department,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Khruangbin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
Con Funk Shun,
Sandy B,
Al Stewart,
Severed Heads,
Black Flag,
Whodini,
Pussy Galore,
Bush Tetras,
X-Ray Spex,
Kayak,
Wasted Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Barclay James Harvest,
The J.B.'s,
Yellowson,
The Residents,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.