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 Tanzania and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the punk 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tears for Fears,
Arthur Verocai,
DNA,
Wasted Youth,
Fugazi,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Byron Stingily,
Qualms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Technova,
The Grass Roots,
The Motions,
The Barracudas,
Lakeside,
The Gap Band,
Godley & Creme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dennis Brown,
Guru Guru,
Silicon Teens,
U.S. Maple,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott Heron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
cv313,
Index,
Rotary Connection,
Sandy B,
The Residents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Green,
Mary Jane Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vainqueur,
Harry Pussy,
Bob Dylan,
Suburban Knight,
Panda Bear,
Nick Fraelich,
June of 44,
Half Japanese,
Gabor Szabo,
Rites of Spring,
Morten Harket,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker,
Siglo XX,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sällskapet,
The Five Americans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eddi Front,
The Dead C,
The Mummies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heaven 17,
Connie Case,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.