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 Fiji 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 The Associates to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Fugazi,
F. McDonald,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ohio Players,
Morten Harket,
The Grass Roots,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
R.M.O.,
The Stooges,
Duran Duran,
Jacques Brel,
Khruangbin,
Hoover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Severed Heads,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Model 500,
Spoonie Gee,
Television,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sex Pistols,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Sneak,
The Black Dice,
Deadbeat,
The Gories,
DNA,
The J.B.'s,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül,
John Holt,
Junior Murvin,
Moss Icon,
Metal Thangz,
Tres Demented,
Audionom,
Black Moon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amazonics,
The Happenings,
Faust,
Scott Walker,
Black Pus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suburban Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
Jawbox,
Inner City,
Quadrant,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.