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 Uzbekistan and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Can to the rock 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Bobby Sherman,
Yellowson,
Rites of Spring,
Archie Shepp,
David McCallum,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Isaac Hayes,
F. McDonald,
The Skatalites,
Glenn Branca,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeru the Damaja,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ohio Players,
Tres Demented,
Underground Resistance,
The Stooges,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Bar-Kays,
The Busters,
Masters at Work,
Ten City,
Half Japanese,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dead C,
Roger Hodgson,
Eddi Front,
Can,
The Evens,
Basic Channel,
Mission of Burma,
Blancmange,
Second Layer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fluxion,
Joey Negro,
The Raincoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Near,
Charles Mingus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Graham Central Station,
Interpol,
Janne Schatter,
Bob Dylan,
Essential Logic,
Wally Richardson,
Nils Olav,
The Beau Brummels,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.