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 Venezuela and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 ABC to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nik Kershaw,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crooked Eye,
The Music Machine,
Bush Tetras,
the Human League,
CMW,
the Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Davy DMX,
The Durutti Column,
Nirvana,
Crash Course in Science,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cramps,
Easy Going,
Radio Birdman,
UT,
Fluxion,
Hot Snakes,
Rapeman,
Johnny Clarke,
Flash Fearless,
Public Enemy,
Hardrive,
X-Ray Spex,
Harry Pussy,
Barbara Tucker,
Siglo XX,
Moss Icon,
Ronan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Beau Brummels,
China Crisis,
Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
Henry Cow,
Isaac Hayes,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Normal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sällskapet,
Scrapy,
The Blackbyrds,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eve St. Jones,
Warsaw,
Unwound,
Yazoo,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.