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 Denmark and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 In Retrospect to the punk 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neu!,
Grey Daturas,
the Fania All-Stars,
MC5,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Leaves,
Deepchord,
The Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Swans,
The Motions,
The Offenders,
Little Man,
Rites of Spring,
Basic Channel,
Q65,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Barracudas,
DJ Style,
Funky Four + One,
The Young Rascals,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Royal Trux,
The Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Bananas,
Laurel Aitken,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Japan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Das Ding,
Porter Ricks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Buzzcocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
K-Klass,
Dawn Penn,
Theoretical Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
U.S. Maple,
Urselle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zapp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Association,
The Searchers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mars,
This Heat,
Boredoms,
The Golliwogs,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Hood,
Pantaleimon,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Womack,
Flamin' Groovies,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.