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 Ghana and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Iggy Pop 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Ronan,
Cecil Taylor,
Rites of Spring,
Mark Hollis,
Schoolly D,
Y Pants,
FM Einheit,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Busters,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sound Behaviour,
John Foxx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Royal Trux,
New York Dolls,
Barry Ungar,
Mr. Review,
DJ Style,
Au Pairs,
Ice-T,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camberwell Now,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Saccharine Trust,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Görl,
Newcleus,
F. McDonald,
The Residents,
Agent Orange,
Fela Kuti,
Peter and Kerry,
Dawn Penn,
Crash Course in Science,
Pole,
Toni Rubio,
Darondo,
Talk Talk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blake Baxter,
Dead Boys,
Minutemen,
Interpol,
Dave Gahan,
The Pop Group,
Pylon,
Amon Düül,
The Blues Magoos,
Easy Going,
Young Marble Giants,
the Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Ludus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zapp,
Pierre Henry,
Fatback Band,
The Fugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.