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 Guatemala and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric Copeland to the disco 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Derrick May,
Japan,
Swans,
Magma,
Tears for Fears,
Joy Division,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Green,
Royal Trux,
Skarface,
The Count Five,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cowsills,
Cheater Slicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Stooges,
Tim Buckley,
Ten City,
Ponytail,
The Index,
Isaac Hayes,
Warren Ellis,
Josef K,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Urselle,
Archie Shepp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiopuhelimet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pretty Things,
The Beau Brummels,
New Age Steppers,
The Smiths,
Lungfish,
Desert Stars,
Model 500,
The Cramps,
MC5,
Sonic Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Slave,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed,
Simply Red,
The Five Americans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hot Snakes,
Warsaw,
R.M.O.,
Supertramp,
Niagra,
Bobby Sherman,
The Motions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.