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 Gabon and from Mumbai.
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 Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jawbox to the electroclash 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker,
Peter & Gordon,
Kas Product,
David McCallum,
Aaron Thompson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Howard Jones,
The Young Rascals,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Bananas,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
ABBA,
Babytalk,
Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Age Steppers,
Sandy B,
Ultra Naté,
Quando Quango,
Josef K,
Crooked Eye,
8 Eyed Spy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ohio Players,
Slick Rick,
Peter and Kerry,
Amazonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joey Negro,
The Fuzztones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donald Byrd,
Mars,
The Last Poets,
Sound Behaviour,
The Angels of Light,
Motorama,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick Morgan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Fraelich,
The J.B.'s,
Heaven 17,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Second Layer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Khruangbin,
Marc Almond,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Procol Harum,
Sexual Harrassment,
Intrusion,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.