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 Iran and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Amon Düül to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deakin,
Sun City Girls,
Au Pairs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The United States of America,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Niagra,
Kaleidoscope,
Procol Harum,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Count Five,
Blossom Toes,
the Association,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rites of Spring,
Whodini,
The Dirtbombs,
Marine Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Teasers,
The Dead C,
These Immortal Souls,
The Searchers,
Gang Green,
Television Personalities,
Leonard Cohen,
FM Einheit,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Clarke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Enemy,
The Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Khruangbin,
Duran Duran,
Gang Starr,
Fluxion,
Fatback Band,
cv313,
The Zeros,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joyce Sims,
DNA,
Matthew Bourne,
Average White Band,
Y Pants,
Archie Shepp,
H. Thieme,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pere Ubu,
Interpol,
The Slackers,
Scrapy,
Drexciya,
Matthew Halsall,
The Skatalites,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.