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 Costa Rica and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Donald Byrd to the crunk 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Slackers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Massinfluence,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Görl,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiohead,
Moebius,
Neu!,
Whodini,
Dual Sessions,
John Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
Altered Images,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Index,
The Barracudas,
Man Parrish,
Rapeman,
Wings,
Junior Murvin,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Christie,
Donald Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Pus,
Urselle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Wells,
The Five Americans,
Procol Harum,
Agitation Free,
Lalo Schifrin,
Second Layer,
Ice-T,
Cluster,
Los Fastidios,
Albert Ayler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
China Crisis,
Jerry's Kids,
Ossler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pulsallama,
The Trojans,
Bob Dylan,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.