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 Zimbabwe and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 U.S. Maple to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The United States of America,
Scrapy,
Porter Ricks,
The Red Krayola,
OOIOO,
David Axelrod,
Young Marble Giants,
Althea and Donna,
Ohio Players,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Bourne,
FM Einheit,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dave Gahan,
Black Bananas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeru the Damaja,
DNA,
Brand Nubian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
La Düsseldorf,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faraquet,
Lakeside,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül II,
Aural Exciters,
Supertramp,
Gabor Szabo,
Swell Maps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Silicon Teens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cameo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
Tres Demented,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
48th St. Collective,
Heaven 17,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Bill Near,
Accadde A,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deadbeat,
Eve St. Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Modern Lovers,
Los Fastidios,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronan,
Masters at Work,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City 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.