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 Rwanda and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Silicon Teens to the grunge 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Brass Construction,
Smog,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Bourne,
Das Ding,
Susan Cadogan,
Audionom,
Chrome,
World's Most,
Country Teasers,
Skaos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doors,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Graham Central Station,
The Saints,
Brick,
Icehouse,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Lydon,
Easy Going,
Shoche,
DJ Style,
Niagra,
Lyres,
Andrew Hill,
Ornette Coleman,
ABC,
Magma,
One Last Wish,
Janne Schatter,
The Cramps,
Duran Duran,
Eli Mardock,
X-101,
The Music Machine,
the Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Technova,
John Coltrane,
Sparks,
Junior Murvin,
T. Rex,
Maurizio,
Colin Newman,
Fluxion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Panda Bear,
DNA,
The Selecter,
Organ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minor Threat,
Althea and Donna,
Jawbox,
H. Thieme,
Oneida,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.