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 India and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Jeff Lynne to the funk 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Cowsills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rufus Thomas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
a-ha,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Smooth,
The Star Department,
The Moody Blues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Audionom,
the Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pop Group,
Robert Wyatt,
UT,
The Mummies,
MDC,
The Walker Brothers,
Franke,
X-101,
Jacques Brel,
Dead Boys,
Unwound,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
Khruangbin,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultra Naté,
Moss Icon,
New York Dolls,
Qualms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ossler,
The Vogues,
Mad Mike,
The American Breed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Hood,
Suicide,
LL Cool J,
Pantytec,
Los Fastidios,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oblivians,
Colin Newman,
Deadbeat,
Quadrant,
Pole,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bauhaus,
The Moleskins,
Mantronix,
KRS-One,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.