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 Vietnam 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quantec to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
EPMD,
Supertramp,
The Techniques,
Bauhaus,
Eli Mardock,
Unwound,
Royal Trux,
Don Cherry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Can,
New York Dolls,
Maurizio,
John Foxx,
Al Stewart,
The Litter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Absolute Body Control,
Be Bop Deluxe,
FM Einheit,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Trumans Water,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fortunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pretty Things,
Albert Ayler,
the Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxy Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Prince Buster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Davy DMX,
Jandek,
Yaz,
Josef K,
Bang On A Can,
The Smoke,
Masters at Work,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Chris Corsano,
Lyres,
Sparks,
Patti Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Lynne,
The Offenders,
Derrick May,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arcadia,
The Mojo Men,
Crooked Eye,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Index,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.